#but also i had a fix it fic as my daydream for so long them working together in a new hospital and cant help but be drawn to each other

[sunkendreams]

Idk exactly what to ask for, but I have an ✨idea✨

Dwayne who seemingly has a penchant for choking his SO. He just loves the little whimpers and moans they make, and the way they squirm.

Really basic, ik 💀. You can take this and run, or simply enjoy this thought with me, but I wanted to share 🥰

moving in stereo.

( dwayne x fem!reader. )

➾ pairing ; dwayne x fem!reader.

format: one-shot — requested.

word count: 5.9K.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), making out, dirty talk, cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), bloodplay (he’s a vampire), breast-play, biting, hair-pulling, scratching, breeding kink, scent kink, p in v sex, missionary position, rough sex, begging, unprotected sex, mating press (a little bit), choking, bruising/marking, dwayne is hot

author’s note: i am so obsessed with him, it’s not even funny ngl :’) also, I have a couple of other fics/drabbles that I’ll probably post tonight too, I’m definitely feeling very inspired! If you haven’t voted on my poll, please do so! thank you guys sm for your continued love & support !! ❤️

Beads of blood filled your mouth as you absentmindedly chewed at the skin of your cheek, flesh taut between your back molars — you hadn’t intended to bite down as hard as you did. A singular glance at Dwayne’s hands had contorted into shameless ogling, smitten hues discreetly flickering over the veins and smudges of grayish grease coating his fingers.

He had a way with machinery that transcended you — he often claimed that it was simply natural instinct, but your running theory was something buried in his past life. Dwayne was known for his stoicism and quiet demeanor, neglecting to educate you on his background.

It must’ve been a life of hard work — otherwise, his hands wouldn’t have appeared so rough and calloused. They weren’t smooth and spindly like Marko’s, or pretty like Paul’s. They were taut and thick, dexterous and built for destruction, if he let it.

Hands that had held you many times before, touched you in ways that you longed to feel again. A shudder rolled down your spine as you daydreamed, mind floating into a fantastical haze of lascivious thoughts. If it weren’t for the presence of the other boys, a tendril of drool might’ve leaked from the corner of your mouth.

“It’s fucked, isn’t it?”

Paul’s agitated groan reverberated throughout the cavern as he crouched beside his boombox, slapping a palm against the top of the speaker, as if that would cure all ailments. His brows furrowed together, lip curled in annoyance as he knocked his hand against the machine a second time — for good measure.

“You’ll ruin it if you keep it up.” Dwayne’s monotonous remark echoed from the opposite side of the lobby. He was entrenched in repairing his motorcycle after it had gotten vandalized by a Surf-Nazi who didn’t live to tell the tale. Paul’s beloved stereo was the least of his concerns.

“How are we gonna listen to Alice?” A begrudging sigh escaped Paul, whose theatrics weren’t out of the ordinary. He huffed, falling in a dramatic heap along the edge of the dilapidated fountain. “Can’t you fix it, Dwayne?” He asked, peering toward his brother, who seemed entirely uninterested.

Silence filled the chasm between them, prompting you to stifle a smile. Dwayne didn’t enjoy being bothered whenever he was working on a project — he was always one to see it through until the very end.

David and Marko emerged from their abysmal resting place. Once the sun disappeared behind the ocean and dusk consumed dawn, the boys became wildly active. “Paul,” David’s voice carried, always domineering without even trying. “Let’s go.”

Disappointed in the lack of closure for his treasured boombox, Paul relented, rolling off of the stone bannister with an exaggerated sigh. He ruffled your hair in passing, and smacked Dwayne on the way out, who didn’t flinch or move a muscle. He simply exhaled — you could sense the twinge of irritation in his sigh alone.

Paul snickered, hopping up the ledge alongside David and Marko. “See you later, bud.” He sneered, waving at you as he departed with his brothers. Once the trio slunk away into the moonlight, it left you and Dwayne by yourselves in the cave.

You could’ve watched Dwayne work for hours, captivated by the way he dismantled the machinery, handling the finer pieces with nimble digits. He was wrist-deep in the grease-laden guts of his motorcycle, surrounded by a myriad of scrap and parts. His dark brows were furrowed together in stark concentration.

Intrigued, you abandoned your perch — a rickety, velvet-cushioned chair that had come with the hotel’s ancient wreckage. Paul’s stereo was sitting along the ledge, awaiting a tune-up that you knew Dwayne would inevitably provide. You sat down, inspecting it for any damage — it looked unharmed, on the outside.

“Do you think it was a user error sort of thing?” A burst of laughter escaped you as you opened up the hatch for the cassette tapes, noticing a rather banged-up copy of Alice Cooper’s Constrictor from ‘86. It was a good choice — you had to commend Paul’s taste in music.

Dwayne’s soft, bemused huff was all you needed to hear, prompting you to smile. You never mistook his tranquil, halcyon demeanor as indifference — he was a man of very few words. Even his temper wasn’t violent or tempestuous, like that of Marko or David. His placidity in most things was what drew you to him in the first place.

Being a human amongst a den of rancorous vampires wasn’t your intention, but you were happy — happiest with Dwayne, above all. He was the best boyfriend you’d ever had, not that it was a lengthy list. You idly fiddled with some of the switches on the boombox, removing and reinserting the cassette before closing it up.

Much to your chagrin, the stereo didn’t work — maybe it wasn’t Paul’s imagination after all. You gently nudged it back along the ledge, abandoning it for now. “How come you didn’t go with the others?” You inquired, folding one leg over the other, tapping the heel of your boot against the dusty stone.

There was a slight shift in his body language — a mere shrug of his broad shoulders, accompanied by the noises of metal clanging, gears twisting, and then he grunted. “I’m not looking for dinner.” Dwayne replied, matter-of-factly. He was in the midst of replacing the engine on his bike, placing the damaged part aside, hands stained in dark ichor.

With a soft hum, you pushed yourself off of the ledge, wandering over toward Dwayne’s scrapyard — a rather cluttered corner of the cave that acted as a makeshift garage. You sat along one of the flat outcroppings of rock, opting to watch him fix up his motorcycle. It would intrigue you more than messing with the boombox ever would.

His pearlescent teeth clenched around a wrench, clutched between his maw as he focused on putting the new engine back in. There was a quiet appreciation that he held for you — you were always respectful of his hobbies, if this even counted as one. Dark eyes flickered toward you, sitting there in your billowing sundress like some statuesque angel.

Dwayne appraised you in his usual silence, eyes carefully raking along your physique, as if he were undressing you through gaze alone. His jaw tensed, a fire beginning to spark within his chest, threatening to spread like an encroaching wildfire the longer he ogled you.

Sundresses were a hot commodity — and they never lasted, either. Dwayne made sure of it, and once he got his hands on you, that pretty fabric shielding you from him would cease to exist. He made it up to you with the gift of another, but rest assured, it would be shortlived.

It was a mutual feeling, the silent staring. His keen hues settled along the supple curves hiding just beneath that thin veil of fabric while you were captivated by the visual feast of strong, capable hands and taut forearms. You folded your hands within your lap, beginning to absentmindedly chew at your inner cheek again.

Your scent wafted throughout the short distance between the both of you, heavy with hints of your favorite perfume, a saccharine concoction that Dwayne had grown accustomed to. He loved your smell — it was unique to you, invading his senses as he continued his work.

Those strong, muscled hands of his were buried in the underbelly of the motorcycle, carefully placing the new engine back inside. He began to fasten it all into place, removing the wrench from his mouth, quickly fixing it all up with a series of bolts, screws, and metallic plates.

“I’ll teach you sometime.” Dwayne was, oddly enough, the one to shatter the comfortable silence between the both of you. He prided himself on playing mechanic — his ability to handle such equipment and repair it was rather renowned. Once he was satisfied with the job, he sat back, peering toward you.

Warmth oozed from those earthen-brown hues of his, coupled with a subtle adoration that only he possessed for you. Your smile only served to further it, the only thing to make his dead heart pump to life again.

“I’d like that,” You mused, canting your head to one side. “I think you should fix Paul’s stereo, too.” Even if Dwayne had brushed him off before, he would fix it and have it ready for him whenever he came back. It was the right thing to do, anyway.

Dwayne huffed, lips twitching into a threadbare smile, wrought with traces of amusement. He didn’t say anything — he didn’t need to. He wiped his hands off along the crimson cloth he carried in his back pocket, ridding his hands of engine grease and oil.

He stood, filling in his full height as he bent down to give you a kiss, hand carding through the back of your skull. It never failed to make you shudder, haplessly squeezing your thighs together as you reached for his forearm. Powerful, taut muscle flexed underneath your fingertips, and his kiss briefly intensified before he withdrew.

That familiar aching sensation flickered to life between your legs, a dull arousal pooling within your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to cling to him, beg for another kiss, but Dwayne was already over to the stereo, inspecting it for any damage it might’ve had.

For Dwayne, your mind was exceptionally loud — he could read your thoughts, hear them screaming from afar, which he happened to smile at from where he stood. The feeling was mutual, but he wanted to make you stew in it for a little while — it heightened the experience.

As he dismantled the stereo, you decided to go elsewhere — to Paul’s nest, which wasn’t the brightest idea, but he had an impressive collection of cassette tapes. You began climbing toward the rocky slope that led off into alcoves, using some of the ropes hanging about to pull yourself up.

“Where are you going?” Dwayne asked, seemingly finding the source of the boombox’s disarray — there were pieces of tape stuck in the machine.

“To see what Paul has to listen to,” You mused, nose wrinkling in amusement. “It’s the least that he can do for you since you fixed it. We should go listen to music.” Truthfully, Dwayne owned that stupid stereo just as much as Paul did — joint custody, you’d called it.

Hawkish, dark hues drank you in from afar, and Dwayne decided that he’d indulge himself in your wishes, picking up the boombox by the bottom. The handle had been broken off long ago — courtesy of Paul, once again. He simply trailed behind you, briefly pressing his hand against the small of your back when you made it up the incline, keeping you steady.

Paul’s nest was notoriously cluttered — in a very fascinating and macabre manner. It was littered in trinkets, things he’d taken from people he fed from, bones and all, or general thievary. The boys were all like this, but not to Paul’s level.

Posters of hair-bands and metal groups hung all around the rock, illuminated by flickering candlelight. It smelled faintly of marijuana, decorated by a patchwork array of tapestries, clothes, and stolen jackets. The guitar he’d lifted off of a traveling rock group sat on his bed — he always talked about starting a band.

A mountain of cassette tapes lay in a semi-organized heap, many of them taken from Videomax or anywhere he could find them. Dwayne simply stood at the fringes of Paul’s nest, watching as you picked through his extensive collection. You smiled at the handful you’d grabbed, rejoining Dwayne as the two of you made for his nest.

In an amusing juxtaposition, Dwayne’s nest was noticeably simplistic — yet, his personality was scrawled all over it. He liked to read, keeping a trunk of books, tools he’d taken from garages, and some trinkets stashed away in a large piece of a drawer.

He hadn’t bothered to invest in a bed for several decades — not until he got entangled with you. When Marko had mentioned it to you in-passing, it was rather intriguing, but you never asked Dwayne about it.

With the stereo now placed at the foot of his makeshift bed, placed atop a rather rickety wooden trunk, you ejected Alice Cooper from the hatch and put in The Cars, instead. Dwayne happened to regard this choice with curiosity, sitting along the edge of the mattress.

Moving in Stereo began to drift through the alcove, and you promptly fell back against the plush surface, tucking your hands atop your chest. “This song reminds me of you.” You murmured, gazing at the cavernous ceiling, focused on the jagged edges and outcroppings of rock.

Dwayne seemed curious, twisting slightly to face you. Even when sitting, he towered over you, indomitable and immovable, a wall of sheer strength and muscle. “Why does it remind you of me?” He wanted to hear your answer, eyes flickering toward your exposed stomach.

You smiled, somewhat embarrassed, but you decided to answer him anyway. “I don’t know,” You began, rolling over onto your side, propping yourself up with one hand. “Just a bit of a mystery, but alluring. It’s pretty magnetizing.” With a soft exhale, you began to pick at a stray string on one of the blankets that covered the mattress.

“Magnetizing,” Dwayne echoed, withholding the urge to smirk. Instead, he joined you, laying on his side as he mirrored your position, face mere centimeters away from yours. “You got a way with words, girl.” His chest shook with a brief huff before he leaned in to kiss you.

If a kiss could have destroyed you, this was it — Dwayne’s mouth consumed you, intensified by your seemingly innocuous words. He tasted good, like spiced smoke and the faint bite of copper.

You were eternally grateful to The Cars — Dwayne was careening into you, broad chest flush against yours, veined hand grasping at the base of your skull. Thick digits massaged at the nape of your neck, coaxing you close until there was no space left between you, lips voraciously tangling with yours.

He ripped all wisps of air from your lungs, as cold as ice as he shrugged off his jacket. Arousal reactivated inside of you, no longer dormant as your warm hands reached for his chest, feeling broad muscle underneath your palms. He felt like a god — chiseled, forever perfect — you were sometimes in-awe of his beauty.

In awe — Dwayne smirked against your mouth, unable to help himself when it came to your overactive imagination and racing thoughts. He pushed his hand underneath your shirt, fingers tracing along your curves as he began to feel a familiar tightening in his jeans.

Your scent thoroughly intoxicated him — your natural musk, the cling of perfume, the arousal coalescing between your thighs — it was a perfect amalgamation. Dwayne exhaled, sitting up and taking you with him, hands hooking into the hem of your shirt as he peeled it off of you.

His lips were on your flesh again, hands tearing your thin brassiere apart with ease, reveling in your warmth. Dwayne pressed a string of kisses along your neck, feeling the thrum of your pulse point pound against his mouth. The shorts you wore still clung to your frame, but they wouldn’t be for much longer.

“Dwayne,” You sighed, The Cars becoming nothing more than atmospheric background noise. Liquid heat pooled between your legs, a shiver rolling down your spine as he laid you down against the mattress, covering you with his body. Your eyes locked together as he stared down at you, gaze boring right through you. “I need you.”

Dwayne kissed your neck, sucking enough to create a hickey before he traveled to the base of your throat, peppering kisses across your collarbone. “Where do you need me, sweet girl?” His husky, warm baritone made you shiver in delight. Those eyes raked over you in rapture, full of reverence.

“Everywhere,” You whimpered, goosebumps coalescing along your spine. Dwayne’s huff of laughter made you smile, and you quickly urged him closer for another kiss. His mouth crashed against yours, passionate and blistering, full of an unrestrained want. “I’m yours.” A sweet moan tore past your lips.

A wave of possessiveness swelled up inside of him, coupled with that innate desire to keep you all to himself. Dwayne didn’t have an issue sharing with his brothers, but you? No — you belonged to him, and him alone. A growl rippled across his broad chest as he tore his lips away, returning to your sternum.

There was a prowess to him that the others didn’t possess — Dwayne was emotionally intelligent, just as vicious in the same breath. He was an enigma of so many things, drawing you in with his arcadian charm. Your fingers reached for his dark tresses, perusing through as he kissed your chest.

“You’re beautiful,” Dwayne’s affectionate baritone rumbled across your flesh as he continued his slow, deliberate string of kisses, making his way to your breasts. He trapped one nipple between his lips, gently suckling on the sensitive mound, the other hand tugging at your shorts. “Perfect.” He uttered.

You sighed, fingers tangling within his mane of black tresses, pulling and carding through. It felt silky between your digits, like velvet. Those veined, calloused hands gripped along the meat of your hips, strong and unwavering as he lifted you to discard your shorts.

Arousal pooled between your legs, honey-thick as it toyed with Dwayne’s senses. He wanted nothing more than to drown himself between your thighs, devour you until you were a trembling, mewling mess. Your thoughts shamelessly echoed that sentiment, prompting him to reach toward the apex of your thighs, hand breaking past the waistline of your panties.

Dexterous fingers languidly slipped along your slick cunt, making a line right for your clit. Your body responded in a near-violent fashion, hips jolting up into him, hands curling within his hair. “D—Dwayne!” You whimpered, chasing after the friction his hand provided. Those dark hues hadn’t left you, transfixed on your smitten countenance as he kissed your stomach.

He looked big when his body was spread over yours, but when he began to slink toward your thighs, he was hulking, a massive wall of muscle. Dwayne’s kisses continued, littered all across your pelvis and thighs, fingers still winding you up as he pushed in between your legs with those broad, bronze shoulders.

His visage was rugged with a fine layer of dark stubble, tangible as it scratched against your inner thighs. He curled his hands into your panties, and instead of removing them, Dwayne simply tore them asunder, leaving remnants of fabric behind. The alcove reverberated with the sounds of material being ripped apart.

A thin sheen of arousal painted your cunt, scent stinging his nose in the most pleasant way possible. The velveteen flesh of your inner thighs were layered in faint bite marks — his own, from the past. He looked to you for approval, thumb lazily circling around your clit.

“Please.” You huffed, head bobbing up and down in an idle nod as he moved his lips toward a patch of flesh, unmarred by any bites. Dwayne was always very sensual, and even when he fed from you, it felt so lascivious. Your body jolted, hips writhing closer as he began to bite down.

Dark, earthy-brown hues melted away into pools of a golden-red, unnaturally vibrant. The initial sting of his bite made you wince, but he was always gentle with you when it came to feeding. As sharp teeth drew blood, a low growl reverberated throughout his chest, causing you to shiver. Your fingers continued to trace through his mane of black hair, a myriad of moans escaping you.

Restraining himself from taking this further, he had his fill, kissing over your now-healing bite. Dwayne licked his lips, effortlessly tossing both of your legs over his broad shoulders as he tugged you closer. You were somewhat folded at the hips, but you didn’t care.

Dwayne’s gaze was incendiary, intense — he stared you down from his perch between your thighs. You were visibly flustered, staring right back, nearly shrinking away altogether. He kissed your thighs, mouth dangerously close to your aching cunt. “You ready, girl?” He asked, inhaling another gust of your scent.

You nodded, feeling every fiber of your being scream with desire, and you wanted him terribly. “Yes,” You whimpered, hands having splayed out at your sides instead, no longer buried within his hair. “Dwayne, please,” His deliberation made it worse. “I want you so bad.” Your hips wriggled again, desperate for his mouth.

A warm, hearty chuckle emerged from his lips, making his herculean form shake between your legs. “Just relax,” He soothed, noticing how coiled and poised you were. Those strong, veined hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread apart. The flat of his tongue lapped across your slit in one long stroke. “Relax, Mama.” His voice made your head swim.

Relaxation wasn’t exactly your forte — you were too wound-up, too drunk with desire to simply sit still and melt into the mattress. Dwayne’s tongue began to lap you up, greedily consuming every drop of your sweet arousal, working along your cunt. His fingers clamped hard, enough to leave behind the inklings of bruises, etched into your flesh like his personal brand.

Your thighs threatened to squeeze at his head, but he kept your legs firmly planted on his shoulders, pinning you down and rendering you immobile. Your taste saturated his tongue, and he only chased after it, dutifully lapping at your slit as his nose absentmindedly grazed against your clit.

Dwayne was relatively silent — and you didn’t mind in the slightest. The only ambiance happened to be The Cars, your delighted moans, and your boyfriend’s deep, rumbling grunts. His tongue worked wonders on your aching slit, cunt clenching pathetically around nothing as he lapped you up, gaze flickering towards you.

Your countenance was a vision of beauty, all contorted into an expression of complete and utter bliss. Your hips writhed, with very little room to go considering that Dwayne had you locked down, arms bracketed on your thighs, keeping you caged in against him.

A heavy fire burned bright within the pit of your stomach, demanding to be extinguished. Throaty, noisy moans escaped you in droves, vocalizing your delight as Dwayne vigorously lapped at your cunt. He alternated patterns, between soft and exploratory and recklessly needy. His mouth occasionally brushed over your clit, causing you to shiver.

Each time he ate you out, it was almost like the first time all over again — blissful, filled with a lust-infused passion that threatened to swallow you whole. Dwayne was beyond attentive, savoring you as if you were the most delicious meal he’d ever had.

He lowered himself toward the mattress, musculature flat and poised between your thighs. Those strong, thick arms kept you held in-place, keeping you locked in as he continued to lap at your core. His hips rocked forward, harshly grinding against the bed to relieve some of the friction.

Much to your surprise, Dwayne got off on pleasuring you above all else. There was something intimately carnal about it, knowing that you only made those sounds for him, only let him touch you. Your hips jolted forward, met with a barrage of an eager tongue and mouth as he lapped at your cunt.

Dwayne grunted, lips opting to purse around your clit, instead. Your reaction was visceral, moans ascending to an excitable crescendo as your hands flew toward his hair. He grunted again, attempting to vocalize his own satisfaction of you pulling and tugging on his dark tresses as if they were reins.

A burnished-gold coloration had swallowed brown irises whole, flickering down towards your blissed-out visage. Your body had a mind of its own, twitching and writhing as his mouth relentlessly assaulted your aching cunt. Pleasure licked acros your frame, burning along your sensitive nerves. He was vigorous and attentive, throat itching with a dull, familiar ache.

Hunger could wait — Dwayne merely placed that feeling into the recesses of his mind. His tongue continued to cascade across your slit, lapping at your arousal before he returned his attention to your clit, suckling on that bundle of nerves. He steered you towards your orgasm, mind swimming with a thick haze of lust, overwhelmed by your heady scent.

“Dwayne!” Your voice carried above the nest, echoing throughout your cavernous surroundings. Fortunately, you were alone — you had little desire to mask how you felt about him. Needy digits gripped at his tresses again, hips bucking into his mouth until you were simply a pile of mush, unable to respond.

You were lost to the white-hot heat of your release, an explosive sensation that caused you to quiver and spasm in delight. A glittering perspiration danced across your hot flesh, sparkling from the glow of the candlelight. “Dwayne,” You huffed, a whimper emerging from the back of your throat as he dutifully cleaned you up.

He released your hips from his ironclad hold, crawling along your body until his broad frame nestled between your thighs. That taut, muscled hand rest against the base of your throat, digits gingerly squeezing on either side of your windpipe. You initiate a rather tantalizing kiss, able to taste yourself upon his tongue.

A clattering sound resonates in your vicinity, Dwayne wrestling his belt off of his hips as his jeans sag upon his frame. He’s swift, wrangling his pants aside with one hand, the other clutching onto your pretty throat like a vice, evoking a string of sinful noises from your mouth. You kiss him with a desperation that he matches tenfold.

His hips brush against yours, and the distance is nonexistent, closed by your stoic paramour, whose normally-cold gaze reflects with a semblance of warmth. Your hands clamor for his broad shoulders, sinking into the expanse of bronze skin, nails clamping down when he drags the head of his cock against your cunt.

“Speak up, sweet girl.” Dwayne grunts, lips ghosting above the shell of your ear. He thoroughly enjoyed your begging on occasion, with this happening to be one of those occurrences. His lips briefly press against the side of your face, stubble grazing across your silken complexion.

With an agonizing pace, he continued to toy with you, pushing his cock against your entrance, but declining to go any further. A pained whine escaped you as you tilted yourself closer. The hand around your throat squeezes, effectively commanding your attention.

“Please,” You sputter, squirming in delight whenever those veined digits tense around the slender expanse of your jugular. “Dwayne, please,” Your simpering pleas are met with a hiss as he sluggishly sinks into you, inch by inch. He lets out another shallow rumble when your fingers brazenly dig into his shoulder. “Please move!”

Cold-blooded and dangerous — but not to you, not now. The icy temperature of his flesh swallows the warmth wafting from you as he invades your space, musculature eclipsing any light. His shadow falls across you, visage awash with his own carnal delight. You’re tight around him, aided by your arousal.

Another satisfactory snarl rips forth from his mouth, echoing next to your ear. You wrap your legs around his broad hips, gasping when he began to move. His cock hit new depths, pulling halfway out before Dwayne pushed himself back in again. His pace was rhythmic and passionate — not sloppy or too rough.

The pad of his thumb draws circles along the curve of your jawline, the rest of his hand tight around your windpipe. You moan, legs locked like a vice as he continues to roll his hips forward, cock battering its way into your cunt with a domineering force. Dwayne was taking it easy on you — if he lost control, it wouldn’t be very pretty for either of you.

His lips find yours, kissing you fervently as you reciprocate in a flurry of passion. Heat bled from you, arousal seeping from your core as Dwayne continued to rut into you, one hand splayed beside your head. The sparkling sheen of his ring glints in the lower light, mouth relentlessly assaulting yours in a barrage of kisses.

Dwayne grunts into your mouth, but the entanglement is shortlived as he moves to cover parts of your neck in kisses — whatever parts aren’t covered by his hand. You feel the sudden scrape of razor-sharp fangs drifting over your flesh, testing your resolve. You shudder, eyes fluttering shut as you grip and pull on his hair.

Sometimes you simply forgot that he was a specter of the night, a fanged creature who had the capability to rip you apart at any moment. His fangs continue to hover across your neck before they retracted, lips replacing them as he kissed your pulse point. There was an added element of thrill and exhilaration as you whimpered, his name spilling from your mouth over and over again.

You nearly see stars when he pistons himself into you again, slow and savoring you, enjoying the sluggishness of it all as Dwayne continues to drag out his thrusts. Your cunt clenches pathetically around his length, prompting you to whimper and moan, goosebumps coalescing along your spine.

“More,” It was incoherent, a string of needy babbles that escaped you in droves. “Dwayne, please,” You whimpered, chewing at your lower lip. In the midst of his own pleasure, Dwayne’s calculating stare flickered toward you — it wasn’t a good idea. “Please, please fuck me.” You begged, hearing the growl that echoed deep from within his chest.

“You sure?” Dwayne didn’t want to hurt you, but he was inclined to obey your needy command. Another grunt escaped him as he steadily rutted away into your tight cunt, deliberating in the midst of it all. “Won’t be gentle.” His stark warning was concrete, you knew this — you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.

Swallowing the growing lump within your throat, you nodded several times over, digits gently curling around his wrist. “Yeah.” You panted, chest fluttering with a tight sensation as he gave you a hasty, passionate kiss, a parting gift as he squeezed at your jugular. That steady rhythm began to pick up instantaneously.

Dwayne made sure to watch you closely, gaze hawkishly trained upon your body as he began to fuck you. The intensity and the heat rose like a tidal wave, consuming the both of you as he pounded away at your poor cunt. Your legs rattled like leaves, attempting to stay locked around his waist.

The taut muscles of his shoulders and abdomen worked in-tandem, body effortlessly exerting strength. For him, it was nothing — for you, it was a different experience entirely. He was rough, manhandling you with one hand as he grabbed at your hips, enough to leave behind faint impressions in the form of bruises.

Moving in Stereo still swallowed any background noise, encompassing the whole of Dwayne’s nest. You were a complete and utter mess, devolving into a puddle of sweet moans and needy whimpers, especially whenever he applied pressure around your throat. He squeezed whenever he thrust into you, force akin to that of a barely-restrained battering ram.

Even in his self-proclaimed roughness, Dwayne was still executing some measure of restraint. “Mine,” His thunderous voice swarmed you from all sides as he fucked you into submission, gritting pearlescent teeth together as he approached his climax. You kept nodding, back arching into his touch.

“Dwayne,” Dwayne — it feels like the only word you’re capable of saying, rolling from your tongue with a wanton moan. You tug on his tresses with an urgency, feeling his hips grind against yours, flesh kissing flesh with unyielding thrusts. His cock continues to bury itself deep inside of your needy slit until it can go no further. “S—Shit! Right there!” You cry.

He huffs, musculature flat against you, chest to chest as you coax him in for another kiss. You whimper into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours like a heat-seeking missile, teeth breaking the thin skin of your lower lip. Pearls of crimson trickle onto his tongue, fusing lust with hunger — all for you.

Dwayne didn’t stop, showing no signs of stopping as he fucked the both of you through an orgasm, painting your cunt in hot ropes of seed. He doesn’t pull out, a sensation that the two of you feed off of. If it weren’t for his vampirism, you’d be round with his children — the fantasy would continue to linger on for as long as he pleased.

“Shit, Mama,” Dwayne’s strained baritone sends shivers throughout your body. He rarely talks during sex, and this felt like a treat as he continued to thrust into you, feeling your nails dig angry crescents into his shoulder. He groans, savoring the feeling of your constant tugging on his mane of dark tresses. “You’re perfect.” His voice tapered off into a possessive growl.

You want to scream, a raging fire surging throughout your body before it finally comes to an end, extinguished by Dwayne’s rough rutting. He could’ve kept it up, continued all night long with his cock stuffed inside of you, but humanity was both a blessing and a curse. Your thighs shook underneath his grasp, and he began to slow, pressing kisses along your collarbone.

His hand left behind a searing brand around your throat — whether or not the imprints are visible, it’s the sensation that refuses to leave. Your windpipe feels a little sore, but it’s a pleasant burn as he comes to a crawl, nestling his forehead against yours.

The excitement and blissful thrill of the moment steadily begins to fade, composure replacing a very heavy lust. Your heart thrums beneath your breast, beginning to crawl to a more uniform beat as you nudge forward, kissing Dwayne again. Your lips are swollen, split down the middle with a patch of dried cruor.

Dwayne’s exhale of relaxation comes after, and the tension within his body unfurls. He kept himself inside of you still, feeling your poor cunt clench around his cock when he adjusted his position. His kiss is astoundingly tender this time around, able to taste the pang of copper upon your lip, accompanied by your natural sweetness.

A sense of euphoria overwhelms you, body feeling wonderfully heavy as Dwayne peppered kisses all along your jaw and collarbone. “You alright?” He murmured, making sure that he hadn’t pushed the limit with you. It was easy to become lost in the moment, forget about your humanity.

You nodded, wincing slightly when he pulled out of you, resting his head against your stomach, arms encircling themselves around you. “Better than alright,” You mused, tracing your fingers throughout his hair. “You think Paul will mind that we borrowed his stereo?” Laughter burst forth from your mouth.

A bemused huff escaped Dwayne as he reached over with one muscled arm, hitting the ‘NEXT’ track on the boombox. He pulled you close, nose wrinkling in disdain as Drive by The Cars came on — it wasn’t exactly his taste in music.

“Like you said,” He rumbled, peering up at you with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His arms effortlessly tugged you down to his level, lips twitching into a faint smirk, rare for Dwayne yet mesmerizing all the same. His mouth brushed above yours. “Joint custody.”

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[kelsstars]

CARL!GRIMES X INNO!READER

Hello Hun!! I saw your Carl grimes smut and wanted to request something, hope you are taking requests rn.

So Y/n has been at Alexandria since the start, she loves wearing skirts and things that would hug her figure thinking it’s alright (she has a lot of confidence) . It’s been a couple since Carl and his group came so like he is (20) while Y/N is (22) just a year older than him. Her parents at a young age were very strict and so she didn’t know about the adult things and so that’s why she’s innocent not knowing about what sex is. Y/n developed a crush on the boy, but was too shy to even speak to him as well as Carl. But sometimes he would try to speak with her.

Carl had these fantasies about her even would think about her every night. That is until he had enough waiting.

CONTAIN: Perverted!Carl, Praise & Degrading!Kink, DOM!Carl, Pleading!KINK, Foul!Language, pet names, SUB!Reader, Hair Pulling, Thigh!Riding, Virgin!Reader, Body!Worship, Dry Humping.

A/N: AAH, OF COURSE I ACCEPT REQUESTS!! THANK YOU FOR THIS, LOVE!! Also, apologies to my fellow non-female readers, my next fic will be gender neutral as I usually intend it to be. :) Physical feminine aspects of Y/N will be mentioned for this fic.

This one-shot is a bit long. 👍

Warnings/Summary: Swearing but the rest have been written above in the requests. :D

You’re a more closed-minded than others, especially considering your age. It’s not like you’re completely oblivious of the fallen world outside of the walls, nor are you new to swearing or shooting gun, but you are definitely somone who people would consider blind to adult situations. Shit, you didn’t know why everyone would make it a big deal when you ask where babies actually come from. Truth is, you were raised beyond strictly under a bubble made by your parents, even before the collapse of society.

Alexandria was an all time safe place for you, but you felt like it was a lot more secure after a certain group arrived. He helped with so much, most people in Alexandria didn’t even notice that a drought was slowly building up, and Rick and his group fixed it. In other words, you were grateful for them entering your home. Especially, a certain someone, Rick’s son, Carl. You were always so reserved that it never crossed your mind that actually speaking to him could help further more in your interest on him. You admired him, you couldn’t lie to yourself, and in your hopes and dreams you wished on every star that he reciprocated your feelings. You had lived most of your life inside these walls, you couldn’t fall in love like the comics you read thousand and thousand of times. Enid, Mikey and Ron were some of the friends you grew up with, you couldn’t bring yourself to like them like that. It didn’t help your case that every time you and Carl had to be in a room together, you would always look away from how your head filled with ‘naughty thoughts’. By naughty, you meant holding hands, complementing and chatting with Carl while you strolled through the neighborhood. Was love supposed to feel this way? You felt as if something was missing. Nonetheless, you didn’t know, and as far you knew, Carl would probably have more knowledge on this topic than you. You completely forgot that you were at a sleepover at Enid’s house, she was old enough to own one according to Rick and others. You always wore simple clothing that showed your body figure, you were proud of it. It was nothing new for other people, you always had tight clothing that could show any of your body’s layout. While you were zoning out with your daydreaming, Enid speaks up to everyone in the room.

“Okay okay. Carl,” she announces as she turned everyone’s attention to the freckled man. “you lost the best, so I decided on what you can do to entertain us. You have to take Y/N to your secret hideout outside the walls.”

You don’t even remember what they were talking about neither did you really pay attention to what Enid had just spouted, but your name was mentioned and that snapped you back into reality, you look around to see the big 3 laughing at Carl as his face turned red.

He hesitates speaking first but eventually comes to it. “Like, alone?”

“Alone alone.~” Enid laughs her ass off right after this, while Mikey whistled in the background, which only reinforced everyone’s laughter. “Don’t forget to tell us details, eh?” She leaves that statement with a grin on her face, they were just teasing him like always.

That must have left Carl mad because the moment he turned to face you and smiled at him, he bolted out of the room immediately, looking red. You didn’t even realize that you followed him outside, until he had turned out to face you walking behind him.

He starts walking away quicker. “Carl, wait!” You raise your voice and he immediately stops his tracks to turn around to look at your face. “What was Enid talking about alone? I know it sounds like a stupid question, I might have gotten lost in thought again.” You half-smiled and chuckle out of embarrassment because this was one of the few few times you had interacted. It was always Carl who initiated all of your small chats, you always gave a half-assed excuse to hide your stuttering voice every time he did so.

“Y/N. I—“ He stops talking to take something to process and mumble to himself, you didn’t know why so you just lifted one of your eyebrows, confused as to what could be troubling his thoughts. In your eyes, Carl always was someone so composed when speaking. “Hey, did little-miss-perfect ever try to sneak out of the walls?” His demeanor changed completely, it just left you shocked, but you still shake your head no. “If you try sneaking out with me, I’ll tell you what Enid was talking about when you were zoned out. I noticed you must have missed that part.” Carl flashes a smile at you, just that made your heart melt, so you smile back.

“Well, as long as you never tell anyone that I actually sneaked out!” Carl eyes your outfit up and down, you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you started feeling weird inside, in a good way.

When Carl was helped you climb over the walls, you could interpret a few strange things might have happened when it was your turn to go down. As you carefully slid down the outer of Alexandria, you managed to somehow trip yourself. Luckily, it was a small fall, you basically landed on your feet, but Carl immediately went kneeling to you and put his hands slowly up and your pants. He slowly rubbed the inner sides of your thighs, your behind and down to your ankles. You may have not probably reacted much to this on the outside, but you were freaking out on the inside, the way he massaged your legs and so so near your core. What was happening to your mind right now?! He could be simply checking for injuries! You were wearing thigh leggings so that must have been it. You look at how he smiles at this act, you try to pretend to hear it, maybe he was lost in something.

You continue to follow him to this small shed, it looks horrible on the outside, and you immediately refused to enter.

“Yeah, Carl, I’m not entering that.” You stop your track.

“C’mon, Y/N. You do realize this is our first time hanging out alone? Let’s make the most of it!” You couldn’t tell if he winked or blinked at you, having a crush on a guy with one eye was harder to take hints from.

You continue walking towards his direction. “Is that what Enid was talking about when she said ‘alone alone’?” Carl stops for a moment and then enters the shaggy shed. “I guess it’s a yes.”

The moment you enter, the shed was actually in good shape, especially with how the outside looks in comparison. Carl tells you he cleaned it up himself and invited you to sit by him, on a bed. You do so as you continue chatting on random comics you have read from Enid’s collection until you run out of topics. For a second, he made you forget about the apocalypse and everything bad about this world, he was the shining light this place needed.

“Ah, Carl, you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you.” You lay your back on the bed, as he turned your gaze upon you. “We need to come here more often.” For awhile, Carl didn’t respond. He just looking at you with a soft look on his face, every part of you, you felt like he could see through your skin with that glare. But suddenly, he got up.

“Sorry, I- I need to use the rest room.” Before you could even answer, he hurriedly goes to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you were in. You wait. And wait. And wait once more. You had enough and get up to knock on the door.

“Carl, is everything okay?” You hear the muffled sounds inside the bathroom stop.

“Yeah, just having to take care of something.” His voice sounded.. frustrated? Like he’s holding something.

“You can tell me, if you want I can help with it!” You happily say, as you witness the bathroom door open and he peaks out.

“Are you sure you can keep that?” He looks like those kids refusing to leave their room.

“A hundred percent!” You giggle and extended your arm to him.

That must have triggered something in him because as soon as you extended your hand out, he grabbed it and pushed you onto the bed. You felt like you were burning up, as he put his long hair on a small low ponytail and got on top of you, smiling from ear to ear.

“Y/N, you can’t be this innocent. There’s no way possible way.”

“I.. don’t get it.” He looked like a walker with the way he was about ready to devour you whole.

“Did you ever get taught about what sex, masturbation, erections?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“The what now?” You’re confused, to say the least. You heard those words before but you never really taught what they were.

“Fuck’s sake, I want to ruin you by the minute.” His breath is becoming more and more loud, and your heart keeping up with the same pace. “If you want, I can teach you what they are.” You nod almost instantly, if it meant it could get you closer with him. Carl moved his position to siting by the side of the bed again, leaving his hat on the bed side table. “Sit on my thigh. Each leg open on one side of my leg.” He sounds demanding, but also desperate.

You do exactly as what he says, you didn’t know how this would help until he grabs your hips to guide your waist to move along your clit along his leg. Your body doesn’t know how to react. The friction of your legging clothed pussy and his jeans, you never felt such pleasure before, your legs trembled a lil’ as Carl kept guiding you with his hands. Your arms wrap around his neck as you breathe on his neck. He continues to speed up, little by little, as he starts kissing your cheek and eventually, you. It was your first time kissing, you didn’t expect to be in such a place and form. After you break out of the kiss, his teeth beam and he hears you moan out his name and your begging to continue.

“Carl, pleasee- hghn- more! More!” In another moment, you would never utter these words but your brain barely functioned at the hands of Carl Grimes.

“More what, baby?” He whispers on your ear, he obviously wants to tease around you.

“Faster, make the mov..ement fast.” At this point you’re the one moving your own hips, he basically put his hands there as a decoration.

“Beg for it, move them yourself and moan my name. I’ll make sure you’ll be compensated, let me spoil you tonight.” Those words were gonna drive you crazy. You pick up your own pace and speed up the process. He kept making small praises in your ear on how good you were doing, god damn it, Grimes. You definitely didn’t predict he was interested in you.

You finally finish on his leg, catching your breath as Carl fills your face with kisses. “Who’s a good girl, huh? Who’s Carl’s obedient princess?” You couldn’t even properly answer. You gave a weak ‘me’ as you rest you head on his shoulder.

“Why are you resting?” He lifts up your face with his hand. “We’re getting started, didn’t I say I would rewards you?” You thought you were tired but hearing him made you gain energy once more. “What we just did is called thigh riding, I see you enjoyed it.” He places another kiss on your lips, and you return it.

His hands slowly make their way to your shirt and he begins to lift it off your body, Carl also takes notes to take off your bra before lying you down. “Oh, what do we have here?” You rise your head a little to see what he is about to do but your head yanks itself back as Carl’s finger started playing with your nipples. He pinches, slight pulling and sucking around your chest to hear you moan so loud in his ear.

If this is how you acted before he was inside you, he didn’t know how he would control himself when that moment comes.

He goes on your body, eventually reaching your pants. Carl goes back up to face you, eye to eye. “Ya’ sure you want me to go through everything?”

“Carl, hurry the fuck up.” You furrowed your eyebrows, you were happy he contained himself to even ask, especially after everything, but upset that he doesn’t go straight to whatever he wanted to do.

“Well, I tried to restrain myself.” He immediately takes off your soaked pants and panties, putting them somewhere aside the end of the bed. “Look at this!” Carl positions his fingers around your wet pussy. “Don’t you feel like a lil’ whore?” He moves this finger around, doing circles. You felt so sensitive, trembling from the mere touch of his skin near your private area and him degrading you. “What a pretty slut. Do you wish for more?” You already knew the answer. So did he. Carl felt good knowing that he finally could touch you like this and be able to tease you around for your first time. “I can’t wait to show you off when we get back.”

But he suddenly stopped. Pulling his hand away. You, as well, raise up to stand on your knees on the bed, only to notice that he is using his hands to help take off his shirt and pants. It was the first time you noticed his bulge and also your first at seeing a dick. It was directly pointing you, slightly curved upwards, its colors just matched him, a faint red blush color on his tip. You were admiring it so much, Carl had to snap his finger to get your attention again.

“What were you thinking about?” He asks, trying to sound pissed off but he couldn’t smirk at this situation.

“Uh.. Uhm… Your male sexual organ?” You let out an awkward smile.

He laughs. “Call it whatever, but I’m impatient for head.”

“Head?” You question him.

“A blowjob?”

“…”

“You really are asking to be fucked silly. Basically, lick and suck my cock, Y/N.” He smiles at your innocence yet to be crumbled by his hands. You, on the other hand, had to understand how you could give him the same satisfaction that he had given you previously.

You slowly start licking and putting him in your mouth. He silently groans and moans the more you take in, which you make a mental note of. But after it’s all in, you don’t know if you should move. “Sorry, beautiful.” Carl decided for you, as he grips your hair on his hand and bops your head back and forth. You were shocked at how fast he was going, so you work your way to keep up with him. The faster you go, the more lewd his voice sounded to you, it felt good hearing you complement you. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty with your lips around my dick.” He huffs between your motions. When he finally reached his climax, he came inside your mouth. You didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to swallow it? Spi-

“Swallow.” And you did so on command. Two hours ago, when you left home for that sleepover, you would have never suspected that THIS would be the outcome of your night.

“Is it over?” You ask him, you were sure you weren’t going to sleep that night.

“It should have but it seems, I can go up for more.” He grins at you as he pointed to his crotch, it was still up. Fuck’s sake, can you ever catch a breath around this lovable pervert?

“I’ll take it care of it.” He smiles. “IF!” His smile drops. “If you promise this is the last for tonight.” You made it sound like you were prepared to repeat this more times with him, which only excited him more.

“Of course, I’m going to respect your wishes.” Carl softly kisses your cheek, before he gets up to get a condom. You were innocent, but you at least remember what your parents called those. ‘Baby preventers’.

After he rolls the condom on top of his dick, he starts making out out until your head is placed on pillows and your body is placed right in-front of his eye. This was a view he wanted to enjoy looking at it for a long time. And hey, you were pretty prideful on your body, but the way Carl had you exposed, you try to hide it the best you can. That only pissed him off because he uses his left hand to lock both your arms in a trance by your wrist above your head. Whilst the other hand explored your naked body.

“You got such a pretty body, it’s perfect for me. This is ten times better than my imagination.” His eye softens as his hand reaches your waist. “May I enter?”

You knew this will mean he will put himself in you, but you were so nervous if he thought of you as gross. This feelings disappears as soon as he slowly places his tip and enters you. You gasp, as then slowly sigh. He stays still, both of you not used to this feeling.

“Can I move, Y/N?” You nod and he starts speeding up his activity. You both moan in synch, then he bites his lip, trying to shush himself to hear you cry out for him. “Jesus Christ, you’re squeezing me alive..” Quicker and quicker, he’s driving your mind somewhere else, not even he has enough breath to tease you, but for you it was sufficient that he just kept giving you that sweet look. He hurried his thrusts into you, making your back arch. You were glad Carl was your first time, who else could be so rough but so caring?

“Y-Y/N, I’m so close, can you handle it just a bit more?” He began stuttering, he was so close to his limit.

“Just keep going, sweetie.” You used your right hand to lift your body a little to kiss his cheek. Carl takes that opportunity to thrust one last time to finish. He re-organizes the bed for you and cuddles with you as he whispers sweet words into your ears, dozing off to your deep slumber.

It’s been a couple of weeks ever since that night at the shed. No one in Alexandria knew , for the exception of the perpetrators themselves, you and Carl. Your relationship and feelings did grow, but you wanted to make sure if he was serious about you, which Carl constantly showed through his actions. He happened to be at your house as you were cooking breakfast.

“Heyyy, Y/N.~” He hugs you from behind, probably plotting something.

“Good morning, Carl. I’m baking pancakes you want some?” You can’t really turn around to kiss him, you were too busy to trying not to mess up these pancakes.

“Oh, y’know… Just wanted to greet you.” He starts brushing his erect crotch against your back.

“Grimes! What if someone walks in?” You weren’t really worried as you were behind a counter but, you were concentrating on not fucking up your breakfast.

“And who will stop me?” He slowly positions your back and starts picking up speed with his crotch, making you put ur hand on your mouth to muffle the lewd noises he liked to hear. “Who could possibly come i-“

“CARL!” Tara just opens my door and walked into the kitchen. “I knew you’d be here. Your dad is looking everywhere for you, get back home, we got a new scavenge layout plan for tomorrow.”

We both look at each other, giving a small smile for how we were relieved Tara didn’t catch us.

“Also, leave Y/N alone, weirdo. Other people might see through your open window.”

“Shit.”

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[hayakawalove]

Sugar and Spice

Description: Time has passed since your last encounter with Suguru, and all seems to be back to normal, much to your dismay. What will happen when Satoru finally brings Suguru back to his house? (PART TWO OF MY “Sugar” SERIES)

TW: Reader is referred to as a girl, reader accidentally cuts her finger, daddy kink, alcohol intoxication

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @icepopbucky23 for uttering the words sugar daddy gojo to me and @juicyT on Archive of Our Own for helping brainstorm ideas for this fic. And I can't say thank you enough to @zeninsama for coauthoring this fic with me. They went through and did so much editing and helped fix it up, this fic wouldn't be CLOSE to how good it is now without their help. Please go check them out!

Part One

Part Three

Banner credit to: @benkeibear

The heat scorches your skin as you lay by the poolside, sipping lemonade from a little pink straw.

You'll be at Satoru's house all weekend, so you want to make good use of the amenities. It wasn't that your house was awful, Satoru made sure of that. You couldn't complain about a luxury apartment in the best part of town, but you much prefer his place. Not only did it have things like a pool and hot tub – it also included him. Well, for the most part.

He came home from his business trip extremely exhausted, so the two of you took it easy this past week. Each time you had sex was lazy, intimate. The only thing was, Satoru never mentioned what happened with Suguru while he was gone. It was getting to the point where you thought it must've all been a dream.

Did he forget? No, there's no way.

You thought about it each time you were home, the spicy scent of Suguru's cologne greeting you as you crawled into bed. You'd breathe in deeply and let it overwhelm your senses when you touched yourself, wishing your fingers could stretch you in the way you craved. Satoru was busy, leaving you to tend to your own needs. How cruel. Admittedly, you haven't washed your bed sheets since that night. You told yourself it was because you were lazy, but in reality, you were addicted to his scent.

Images of Suguru flashed through your mind as you touched yourself. You couldn't stop thinking about what Satoru said – about letting the two men take you. It made your mouth water and your head swirl.

The sound of the back door opening snaps you from your daydream. You perk up at the flash of bright white hair.

"Bunny?" Satoru calls out.

His gaze lands upon you sitting in the pool chair, wearing the cute pink bikini he bought you as a birthday gift. It leaves little to the imagination. He makes a mental note in the back of his mind to buy you more of those.

A squeal escapes your mouth as you hop up from the pool chair.

"Daddy!" You rush towards Satoru, pushing onto your toes to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. "I missed you so much!"

As you rest your chin on his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of dark hair behind him that makes your stomach drop.

Suguru.

"We have a visitor, darling." Satoru says.

Your breath hitches, but you put on a brave face.

There's a moment of silence between the three of you. You're not certain how you should greet him after everything that happened. So you keep it simple and sweet.

"Hi, Suguru!"

You reach out and pull the other man into a hug, chest pressing flush into his. For a second, you swear you hear his breath catch in his throat at the proximity. No, you chide yourself, I'm probably just imagining it.

After hugging Suguru, you return to your rightful place beside Satoru. You wrap your arms around his arm, holding it close to your body.

"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" You bat your eyelashes up at the two men.

Suguru's eyes slowly make their way down to your chest, taking in every inch of exposed skin, his attention making your cheeks heat. It wasn't long ago that his hands wandered across your body, making you scream out.

You shake the images from your brain and redirect your attention to Satoru.

"We were just on our way to a meeting but I wanted to stop by and say hi to my favorite girl." Satoru says, leading the two of you inside.

You nod along and let go of Satoru, keeping your eyes on the men as you make your way to the kitchen to fix yourself a drink. The two start discussing work again and the words fly over your head. Sometimes you wish you could understand Satoru's work jargon, but that idea was quickly squashed. That's not what you're paid to do. No, you're paid for something else entirely.

Your eyes slowly wander over to Suguru as you slice up strawberries for your drink. He smiles and nods along with Satoru, occasionally laughing each time a joke was made. In your daze, your hand slips, the sharp blade of the knife slicing open your finger.

You yelp in pain as blood bubbles to the tip, eyes brimmed with tears. Both men immediately stop their conversation and look over to you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Satoru rushes to your side.

You look at him with teary eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

"Oh, sweetpea, let's get you bandaged up." Satoru guides you towards the bathroom by the small of your back, barely glancing over his shoulder as he tells-not-asks Suguru, "you don't mind cutting those up, right?"

You look over your shoulder as you walk, watching Suguru get up from the couch before you round the corner.

Water rushes over your finger, you hiss at the sting.

"What happened, bunny? Something distract you?" Satoru coos.

"No..." You trail off.

Satoru's eyes flick up to yours. You aren't quite looking at him, your eyes are glazed over and your mind still clearly swept up in whatever you've got floating around in there. The corner of his mouth quirks up.

Oh, I see.

He wraps a bandage around your finger and kisses your forehead.

"There. All better!" Satoru cheers.

You hold your injured finger close to your chest as Satoru leads you back to the kitchen. Your eyes met with Suguru's, a dull ache beginning to spread between your thighs. He finishes cutting the fruit and scoops the little pieces into your glass.

He steps back and looks at you while popping a strawberry into his mouth. He licks the fruit juice from his thumb as he passes you, your knees weak at the sight.

"Thank you, Sugu." You mumble.

The men resume their discussion as you continue fixing your drink, pouring the rest of the ingredients into your glass. You follow shortly after, sipping on your fruity little drink.

Satoru spreads his legs and opens his arms to accommodate you, still deep in conversation with Suguru. You settle onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck. The sound of their voices, low and soft, begin to lull you, along with the way Satoru absently rubs your back.

A warm rush flushes through your body as the alcohol takes effect.

"Sweetheart?" Satoru pulls you from your thoughts.

You perk your head up obediently.

There's something about the look on his face, eyelids heavy and lips drawn in a lazy smirk.

"Why don't you give Suguru some love too? We don't want our guest feeling left out."

"Yes, daddy."

You sip the rest of your drink before scooting off Satoru's lap and ditching the glass on the coffee table.

Suguru's dark eyes watch as you clumsily make your way across the room and sit on his lap, warm and solid under your bare legs. The only thing separating the two of you is your thin bikini and his business attire. Your body tingles as Suguru places his warm hand on your bare thigh.

You rest your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply. You begin to feel sleepy against him, your head spinning. Maybe you put too much liquid courage in your drink.

Well, you were feeling sleepy.

Suguru adjusts his posture, causing his lap to shift. You feel something hard against your bottom. You whimper in response, once again interrupting their conversation.

"Is something wrong, bunny?" Satoru asks, eyebrow raised.

The words seemed to float over you. You hum in response and clutch Suguru's shirt, closing your eyes.

"I think she's feeling good." Satoru laughs.

You feel a rumble underneath you as Suguru laughs along.

"I think we should make Suguru feel good too, baby."

Curiously, you raise your head and look at Satoru. He held no animosity in his eyes. You look back at Suguru, eyes flitting towards his lips. Without another thought, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close for a kiss.

His lips are warm and plush against yours. It's like you're starving for his touch, hungry for his kiss. The warmth spreads quickly over your body as you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip.

You moan out as your lips part, grinding your ass against his groin. Satoru's gaze is sharp against your back. Your lips part for a breath and you look into Suguru's hazy eyes.

Satoru crosses one leg over the other, watching the two of you. To say he looked amused would be an understatement.

Your lips press against Suguru's once more, high on the feeling he gives you. Your ass grinds down harder against him, not caring about the show you were putting on for Satoru.

Satoru gets off the couch and waltzes over to you two. You pull back and look up at him, at the hunger filling his eyes. The pad of his thumb presses down on your swollen lower lip, baring your teeth.

"Will you stand up for me, baby?" Satoru asks, his eyes scanning your face.

You nod quickly, lifting off of Suguru's lap. He stands up after you, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You couldn't stop yourself from pulling Suguru's face down to you, immediately placing your lips to his once more.

You stand between the two men, their bodies warm and solid through the layers of clothing. Satoru presses against your back, his hands sliding down your body.

"Come on, bunny, let's get Suguru more comfortable," Satoru eggs on. His voice washes over your head, almost dreamlike, barely hearing his words through the soft smacking of your lips.

You pull away and lower your hands to the bottom of Suguru's shirt. Undoing each button takes a small eternity, but eventually you're met with his bare chest. You look up at him beneath your lashes.

Satoru's breath caresses the shell of your ear. He grabs your hand and guides it lower, pressing your palm against the growing tent in Suguru's slacks.

"Why don't you help Suguru with this, baby?"

You unfasten Suguru's pants with a shaky breath and watch as he steps out of them, his cock bobbing against his pelvis. A whimper escapes your throat. You forgot just how well-endowed he is.

The situation sobers you with each passing second. It's like the alcohol in your body slowly fizzles out, replaced by something new instead.

Satoru snaps you out of your thoughts, his warm fingers tickling your sides.

"Oh, bunny, you're burning up. Why don't we help you cool down?" Satoru whispers, fingers dragging around to your back.

One swift tug on the strings unties your bikini top, the back straps falling against your sides. He helps pull the top part over your head, leaving your chest entirely exposed.

He said it would help cool you down, but you were only getting hotter.

Suguru drops on his knees, face inches from your core. He looks up at you, lust gracing his features. His fingers dip into the waist of your bikini bottoms, helping you step out of them, now face-to-face with your dripping pussy.

Suguru let out a satisfied hum before easing one of your legs over his shoulder. You gasp at the feeling of his mouth latching onto you, and melt against Satoru's chest. He kisses and nips at your neck, leaving your skin aching for more.

"Is Suguru good with his mouth, bunny?" Satoru questions, his hands trailing up the plane of your stomach.

"G-good daddy. So good." You stutter out.

Suguru's tongue pokes and prods at your lower lips, teasing you. Your hips buck, desperately chasing his mouth. Satoru pinches and pulls at your nipple, only adding to the sparks of ecstasy. You moan out, riding Suguru's face and pulling his hair when you feel something touch your lips.

Satoru's fingers push against your lips, his pointer and middle finger requesting access. You part your mouth and run your tongue along the sides of his fingers, groaning at the taste of him.

"Pretty baby likes keeping her mouth full, isn't that right?" Satoru coos.

You whine around his fingers and nod your head. Sucking on them was a good distraction to keep you from cumming so quick. Suguru's hands rest on your thighs, then smooth around to your hips, helping grind you against his tongue.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your senses were overwhelmed, feeling Suguru's tongue and breath against you, and Satoru's fingers shoved so far down your throat your eyes began to water.

Suguru's tongue danced lower until he slipped it inside your hole, making you arch your back. You gripped onto Satoru's arms so tight you knew you would leave marks.

You weren't sure how Suguru was able to breathe with the way his face was buried between your thighs, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. You were going to cum any second now, your high imminent.

Your leg tightens around his back as he works his tongue in and around you. Your legs go weak as you cum, moans muffled by Satoru's fingers. Drool drips past your lips and down your chin, coating Satoru's hand.

It feels like you're going to collapse any second. Suguru laps up your cum, making you squirm away from him. Satoru holds onto you tight, forcing you to take it.

Once Suguru is satisfied, he pulls away and licks his lips, a grin spreading across his face as he watches you come down from your high. His eyes meet Satoru's as he rises to his feet, like they're communicating with their minds. Shivers run down your spine as you wonder what they might be thinking about.

"Come on, bunny." Satoru's voice echoes.

You grab onto both men's hands as they lead you to Satoru's bedroom.

The dim light sets an erotic atmosphere for the three of you. The room feels more intimate when you know what's about to happen on the bed in front of you.

Satoru lets go of your hand and walks over to the chair on the other side of the bed, sitting down and spreading out comfortably without another word.

Your gaze darts between him and Suguru.

"Don't look at me, sweet face. Why don't the two of you get started?" Satoru beams.

Embarrassment floods your body at the prospect of Satoru watching you fuck Suguru. You knew it was coming, but now that it's actually happening, your resolve starts to crumble.

Suguru's breath fans warm across your ear before he whispers. "Don't worry about him. Just focus on me, okay?"

You nod and watch as Suguru settles on the bed, allowing his strong hands to guide you onto his lap. His cock lays heavy and warm between your folds, relishing in the pleasant weight of your body on top of his. Your pussy leaks with need, arousal glistening on his shaft.

Satoru licks his lips in anticipation, eager to see what's about to unfold.

"What're ya waiting for, bunny?" Satoru hums impatiently.

You drag your pussy against the underside of Suguru's cock, a chill immediately coursing through your body when the head catches on your clit. A loud moan escapes your mouth. You ache to be full of him once more.

You can't handle waiting anymore. You sit up and reach down to guide Suguru's dick inside of you, but Satoru tuts in disapproval before you get the chance.

"Ah, not so fast, bunny. Don't you think Suguru needs to be warmed up a little more?"

You knew that was bullshit. Suguru was as hard as a rock beneath you, throbbing with each slow rock of your hips. Satoru just wanted to enjoy the show a little longer.

Pouting, you do as you're told. You grind against Suguru's cock once more, gliding back and forth with ease, coating his cock in your arousal. The head catches your clit and you sigh in pleasure. You might be able to cum this way, if Satoru lets you.

Suguru doesn't look like he's faring much better than you. His arm rests over his forehead, jaw clenched to stave off his need. His eyes are fixated on your cunt swallowing around his cock, his precum smearing and mixing with your wetness.

You move at an agonizingly slow pace. You didn't want to go too fast in fear of cumming too soon, but Suguru couldn't take anymore. He bites his bottom lip and grabs onto your hips, pressing more of your weight against his aching dick and dragging you back and forth. He moves you much faster than your initial pace. The increase in stimulation makes you squeal out.

Satoru continues watching from the side as you hump his best friend. He swallows hard and dips his hand in his pants, adjusting his cock which sat uncomfortably hard against his leg, seeping precum into his boxers. Aching for some relief, he unfastens his pants and pulls his cock free, squeezing it tight in his fist and hissing at the friction.

"P-Please, daddy, can I put it in? It hurts." You sniffle, the desperation for Suguru to fuck you becoming unbearable.

Satoru hums as he slowly jerks himself off. As much as he could watch this little display go on forever, he was ready to get this show on the road.

"What do you think, Suguru?" Satoru questions. 

Suguru observes your desperate face, your eyes pleading him for more.

Suguru wanted you. He wanted to keep you all for himself. It felt like a far-off fantasy, but he was content having you in whatever way Satoru would let him. 

"I think she's ready, Satoru." Suguru spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.

Satoru grins, only a little sadistic.

"Well I don't want my little bunny in pain, now. Give it to her, Suguru."

Suguru keeps one hand on your waist and uses the other to guide his cock into your pussy. The stretch brings tears to your eyes. Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation. You've been craving this ever since you last saw him.

"Breathe, bunny." Satoru encourages, smearing his precum around his cock.

Suguru he sheathes himself completely inside you, his brows furrowing up. His cock pulses against your walls, your pussy weeping from the pleasure.

"Daddy-" You moan as Suguru begins to thrust into you.

Satoru rises from the chair and kneels beside you, still stroking his dick at a languid pace. 

"I'm right here baby, daddy's got you." He says, tilting your head back to face him.

Suguru's fingers dig into your sides, pulling you into his thrusts.

"Come on bunny, be good to Suguru. Don't let our guest do all the work." Satoru hums.

You bite your lip and nod, steadying yourself with both hands sprawling over Suguru's chest. His movements still as you push yourself up and down on his cock, picking up your slack. You groan at how deep he reaches inside you. His hands rest on your thighs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches you. So beautiful, and so sweet to him.

How did Satoru get so lucky?

Suguru knew he could treat you better if he had the chance. If you were his.

If he never fucked anyone else for the rest of his life he decided that would be fine.

Your thighs burn in protest as you continue fucking yourself on Suguru's dick. You whine out and look up at Satoru, silently pleading for permission to stop.

"Too much work, princess?" Satoru teases.

You nod. Thankfully, Satoru takes mercy on you and pulls you off of Suguru. You gasp as his cock slides out of you, your hole unbearably empty and needy. Satoru pulls you back against his chest and Suguru repositions himself between your thighs once more, his dick nudging at your entrance again before sliding in with no resistance. Satoru reaches around and grabs behind your knees, prying your legs apart for easy access as Suguru resumes thrusting into you. Moans echo off the walls, mostly yours.

"Does it feel good baby?" Satoru questions, voice low.

You nod your head frantically and watch, lip pinched between your teeth as Suguru fucks you. His brows furrow in concentration, sweat beading on his temple.

Satoru lets go of your legs, letting Suguru hold them in place instead. With his hands free, Satoru goes to work on your body. One hand dips between your thighs to rub your clit, the other pinching a sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger. You cry out at the stimulation, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Four rough hands grope at your body, pushing you closer to your high.

"Daddy, I don't think I can- fuck, I don't think I can't hold it anymore." You whimper, feeling Suguru's cock drag so deliciously against your sensitive walls.

Satoru coos at you as he continues groping at your body, mean and possessive.

"No? You can't?" He teases, pinching harder at your nipple, gradually increasing the pressure on your aching clit. His gaze returns to your adorable face, meeting your pleading eyes.

You whimper and shake your head, fingers digging into Satoru's arms, biting your bottom lip hard enough to hurt.

Suguru thrusts into you harder, his eyes flitting between your bouncing chest and flushed face.

"Okay." Satoru watches lovingly as your features pinch in pleasure. "Look at me baby, look at daddy."

You try your best to maintain eye contact. It takes everything in your being to keep your heavy eyelids open to focus on him. You look into Satoru's eyes as you cum on Suguru's cock, body trembling, mouth dropping open in a gasp.

"Feeling better, baby?" Satoru asks softly, massaging your clit through your high.

You nuzzle your head against Satoru's chest and exhale heavily, mind suspended in the warm, fuzzy pleasure of your orgasm.

"Good, baby. Now keep being good to our friend Suguru, okay?"

You nod obediently.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. So proud of you."

Satoru's fingers withdraw from your pussy and he watches with a grin as your arousal stretches between his fingers in clear threads. He reaches out and holds his fingers in front of his best friend's face. Suguru can't resist the temptation, he surges forward and takes Satoru's fingers into his mouth, tongue licking eagerly at your cum. The sight was so unbelievably hot.

"Isn't she so sweet?" Satoru asks him.

Suguru hums in affirmation, the sound muffled by the slender fingers weighing on his tongue. You taste sweeter than honey. He quickly found himself addicted. 

"I wanna try something else. Think you can fuck her from behind, Sugu?" Satoru questions, head tilted.

Suguru wants to keep watching your sweet face. Something inside him wants to say no, to take control of the situation and have you the way he wants you, but he finds himself obeying anyways. You're not his – you're Satoru's, and he should be lucky his best friend is even letting him have you like this.

You're repositioned on all fours, Suguru's large hands grasping your hips and pulling you back onto his dick. His cock stretches you out from behind, making your mouth hang open. Your eyes flutter, looking up at Satoru through your lashes, your face completely fucked out. He groans in pleasure, squeezing his cock in his fist as he watches his best friend take you from behind. He fantasized about this for more nights than he could count.

He loved it.

"That's right, baby, keep your eyes on me." Satoru moans. "Keep watching your daddy."

Selfishly, Suguru sneaks a hand around your waist, fingers staking claim on your puffy clit. Competing for your attention.

You whimper at the stimulation and grip the bedsheets tight.

"It's so good, s'good." You babble, the pleasure turning your brain to mush.

Suguru rubs tight, fast circles against your nub, while fucking you full. You felt like you were losing your mind, all forms of your sanity slowly slipping. Suguru fucked into you hard from behind and Satoru pumped his cock slowly in front of you, tempting you with the needy pink flush and precum beading at the tip. You desperately wanted to wrap your lips around it, let his taste cover your tongue.

Suguru thrusts into you particularly hard, your body lurching forward.

"Suguru! Oh god, fuck!" You cry out, your eyes clamping shut.

He continued his cruel focus on your g-spot, feeling your walls clamp around him like a vice. You're so close, he can tell.

Satoru moans at the sound of you crying out his best friend's name.

"Please, Sugu, please," you beg shamelessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"Don't forget who you belong to, bunny." Satoru warns, squeezing the tip of his cock.

Suguru winces. He knew how he felt for you was selfish, but it felt so good. His body drapes over yours, lips grazing your ear. "I'm the one making you feel good, baby. Focus on me."

Your head spins, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 

The men lock eyes. Satoru knew his best friend was attracted to you. Why wouldn't he be? But he needed to know his place. After all, he was being so generous, sharing his toys with Suguru.

"Oh god, daddy!" You whine.

Satoru repositions himself to kneel in front of you, still fisting his cock to the sight of your fucked-out face. So sweet and hopelessly pathetic.

Suguru's cock twitches, shooting his cum deep inside you and you whine once more. His pace doesn't falter. He keeps fucking you through his high, fingers still rubbing your clit, intent on making you cum again. Warmth bubbles up from your stomach as your pussy tightens, keeping a vice grip on Suguru as you release a second time.

Satoru follows close behind, painting your pretty face with his cum.

The three of you pause to catch your breath, the room filling with the sound of your heavy sighs. Tension lingers beneath that.

Suguru pulls his cock slowly from your entrance, watching as his cum seeps from you. Satoru leans down and tilts your head upwards, kissing you softly before slipping on his shorts and leaving to grab a cloth for your face.

You're alone with Suguru.

He crawls off the bed as well and gathers his clothes. The business meeting is in 20 minutes, so he haphazardly dresses himself. He wishes he could take you with him. He spares a glance at you, eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Thank you," Suguru tells you, voice gentle. "I can send you money if you want, since-"

"Why would you do that?" You giggle. It's the sweetest thing he's ever heard.

Suguru's face flushes.

Satoru walks back into the room with a damp towel in hand, joining you on the bed to coddle you and wipe up his mess.

"I should probably head out," Suguru mumbles. "Satoru, I'll meet you there."

"Thanks, man. I'll be on my way out soon." Satoru responds without as much as a glance over his shoulder.

With that, Suguru leaves.

You lay on your back, Satoru kneeling over you and admiring your cute face.

"How are you feeling?"

Your eyes flutter shut as you hum. "M'good."

"We should probably clean you up, don't you think?" Satoru questions, a teasing lilt to his voice.

He coaxes your thighs apart, eyes dropping to your swollen pussy and the cum trickling out of it. His eyes flick up to your face, watching your reactions as his fingers dip down and caress your folds, gathering his best friend's cum. You shudder, goosebumps covering your skin. Satoru lifts his fingers and reaches up to slip them into your mouth.

You look at him through heavy lids, face heating in embarrassment. Maintaining eye contact, you wrap your lips around his fingers and suck them clean.

Satoru smiles in response. He truly is smitten with you.

"It looks like there's still some left. Will you give me a second, bunny?"

Satoru kisses his way down and spreads your legs wider, mouth immediately latching onto your pussy.

You moan at the feeling of his tongue sliding inside. His fingers dig into your thighs as he slowly laps up all of Suguru's cum. You're shaking in his grasp. You didn't know it was possible to feel this much pleasure in one day. Your fingers clutch the bedding, whimpers falling from your open mouth.

"Can't just leave you full of another man's cum, can I? You gotta remember who you belong to." Satoru grins.

You nod shakily, head clouded with pleasure. Satoru's lips move upwards and suck on your overstimulated nub.

"T-too much, too much daddy!" You fuss, hands flying down in an attempt to push his head away. 

"Aw, come on. You were so good for Suguru," Satoru pouts before stroking you with his tongue. "You can be good for me too, can't you baby?"

You let out a groan, squeezing your eyes shut. "O-okay."

"Come on baby, say it for me. Say you'll be good for daddy."

Your core tightens and your bottom lip quivers as you say, "I'll be good for you daddy."

"That's my girl."

Hearing those words and feeling his mouth sent you over the edge once again. You cum for the third and final time on Satoru's tongue, coating it with a warm rush of both your and Suguru's release.

You breathe hard, feeling your body melt into the bed. Satoru rises up and smiles, running his tongue over his lips to lick up the rest of your wetness. His eyes gaze over your body before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone to send you the funds. You reach out and grab your phone as well.

Two notifications.

$7000 deposited into your bank account.

And a message from an unknown number.

Had fun tonight.

Now this could get interesting.

#my writing #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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shears | jtk

a/n: i was very inspired by cob's haircut and had to put it down in words. this is the result. also this is my first fic! warnings: none! just a lot of fluff. mention of scissors maybe? word count: 3.7k

You weren’t exactly thrilled that your first job out of cosmetology school was at Great Clips. You hoped to score a job at a fancier salon as you had shelled out a pretty penny for a more prestigious beauty school, but it was, at the moment, your job.

You didn't even like men’s styles. You thought the endless slew of clipper cuts and fades were repetitive, and you longed to get your hands on a head full of long, luscious hair. Sadly, most women already had a stylist that they trusted and had a bond with, so you were stuck with every Joe Schmoe in Nashville who didn’t care to run a dab of pomade through his comb-over every once in a while. 

Sometimes your customers were even rude. Many pompous businessmen who never looked up from their phones had sat in your chair. You had cut the hair of just as many older men who made crude comments about your figure or told you to smile while you tried to fix up their rapidly thinning crew cuts. Neither of these groups tipped very well. 

Truthfully, you loathed Great Clips, but the job kept you afloat while you built a resumé. 

You found that you had much to complain about while idle at the front counter, waiting for a walk-in when the doorbell pulled you from your daydream of a real salon. 

The bright chime of the bell echoes through the empty lobby, alerting you to someone's presence. Your eyes rip away from the spot on the wall you had been absentmindedly staring at while your mind wandered, falling to the man stepping through the doorway.  

He was gorgeous, you thought. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat and a stylish pair of sunglasses. Between the two accessories, you weren't sure what he actually looked like, but you just knew he was pretty. He wore a pair of off-white linen pants paired with a black linen button-down that looked to have been cropped to his hips. The shirt was mildly wrinkled but barely buttoned, which gave you an ample view of his smooth, tan chest adorned with a couple of silver pendants. 

You were enamored with his jewelry and open shirt before you realized the most important part of his appearance.

His hair.

He had wavy chestnut hair that spilled over his shoulders and fell past the collar of his shirt. You hadn't had hair that long walk through the doors in months, maybe ever. 

You were pulled out of your silent admiration by the sight of him walking towards the counter, towards you. You quickly shut your mouth, as your jaw was beginning to hang open at his beauty, and flash him the brightest smile you could muster. 

"Hi, welcome to Great Clips! Do you have an appointment?" you chirp, silently thanking whatever power was above that your voice didn't crack. You bit your lip in anticipation of his answer. You were next up to take a walk-in, but there were stylists in the back who had appointments with regular customers. You hoped he was not one of them. 

Even his voice was gorgeous, "No, just looking for a walk-in if you have time," he replies. He had a perfectly deep, but kind rasp to his voice. You felt your cheeks redden at the sound. 

"Sure! Follow me, please." This time, you aren't so lucky, as your voice breaks and your face flushes deeply. You quickly turn and motion for him to follow you to the chairs, attempting to hide your undoubtedly scarlet face. You could have sworn he chuckled under his breath at your shyness. 

Once you arrive at your station, you gesture for him as you take your spot behind the chair. You start to introduce yourself, "My name is y/n and I'll be cutting your hair today." You pause, expecting him to remove his hat and sunglasses. 

Instead, he rasps, "Hi y/n, I'm Jake." He smiles a gentle, toothy grin at you that you can't help but return. He still does not move to take off his hat or glasses yet, so you pause again, moving to lightly graze your fingers along the brim of his hat. 

"Can I take these off?" you ask. 

Jake's eyebrows raise in realization, "Oh! Of course." He reaches up to lift his hat off his head and place it in his lap, which you had been avoiding looking at. Then, he removes his sunglasses, folding them and sliding them into the top of where his shirt was buttoned, no higher than the bottom of his sternum. He looks back up expectantly, finally making real eye contact with you for the first time since he arrived. Tragically, your face flushes again, but he seems to blush as well.

"There we go," you whisper. Then, in a louder voice, you say, "It's nice to meet you, Jake. What are we doing with your hair today?" You move to run your fingers through your hair to feel the texture and judge the care that it might need. 

"Well," he starts, "My little brother says the ends of my hair look ratty and that I need a haircut. So, here I am." He grins. As you comb your fingers through his hair, you understand what his brother meant. His hair is soft until you get two inches from the ends, where it feels rougher and dryer than the rest. He continues, "Take off whatever needs to come off."

Your mind automatically ponders the dirty implications of his directive, but you furrow your brow to push that thought away, "When did you last have your hair cut?"

Jake squints in thought, then shrugs, "Eight months? Maybe a year? I'm really not sure. I've been so busy with work lately, I just haven't had time to think about a haircut."

You hum and nod at his answer, "What do you do that has you so busy?"

His face splits into a wide smile and his eyes shimmer at your question, "My brothers and I are in a band. We've been on tour and finishing up our next album," he replies, still wildly grinning. You smile back and your heart flutters at the passion for music he exudes.  

"Very cool, anything I might have heard?"

He shrugs nonchalantly, but with a tiny smirk that you almost miss, "Maybe," he starts, but he turns his focus back to his hair, "what's the damage?"

You pull the pieces of his hair that lay in front of his shoulders between your index and middle fingers and let the hair feed through until you reach where you think his locks need a chop. About two inches of hair needed to be cut off to keep it healthy. You reply, "About this much."

His eyes widen in shock at how much you indicate. He swallows, then asks, "Are you sure?" Jake's voice is almost timid, and your heart aches.

You nod solemnly, "Sadly, yeah. You have a good bit of split ends here and the only way to get rid of them is to cut them off." He nods back in understanding. 

"I get it. It just seems really short. My hair hasn't been that short in a while." 

You can tell Jake is a little nervous about the necessary length, so you lean over so that your head hovers right next to his, just above his shoulder. You look deeply into his eyes in the mirror and smile, "Yeah, but I promise you'll still look amazing," you reassure him. 

This time it's his turn to flush a deep crimson, which he couples with a shy smile, "Whatever you say."

"Perfect," you reply as you stand up. You pat his shoulder and he follows you to the shampoo bowl. You grab a towel and lay it over the divot where his head is to rest. He sits down and leans back, his hair falling into the bowl. Usually, your customers focus on a spot on the ceiling, but he looks directly into your eyes. His gaze is piercing but soft, his smooth chocolate eyes dulling the sharpness of his glare. The pesky flush of your cheeks rises again, so you quickly avert your gaze in search of the shampoo and conditioner. You could feel his eyes tracking your movements.

You turned the water on, waiting longer than usual to make sure that the water was warm enough. You wanted it to be perfect for him. You ran the shower head over his hair, soaking it in the warm water and turning the faucet off when it was saturated. After pumping shampoo into your hand and lathering it between your fingers, you started to work the solution through his hair. His eyes, once trained on you, flutter shut with a sigh at the feeling of your hands massaging his scalp. His cheeks were rosy and you swear you saw a content smile play across his lips. 

With his head stretched back, the smooth column of his neck was on display, leading your eyes down to his necklaces, which glinted in the overhead light. Your eyes moved to the smooth expanse of his chest, and you almost wished you could run your hands down the warm, tanned skin. At that moment, you realize you had been massaging the shampoo into his hair for too long, distracted by the man in your chair. You rush to grab the showerhead and turn it back on. You gently rinse the suds from his hair, holding your hand between the water and his forehead, protecting his face. Once his hair is clean, you grab a couple of pumps of conditioner and work it through his ends. As you run his wet hair through your fingers, you can tell that his hair really is gorgeous. It just needs some care. 

After rinsing the conditioner from his hair, you gently squeeze out the excess moisture. His eyes open at this, sensing that you're done washing his hair. His eyes find yours again and he gazes up at you. You try to cut the tension with a joke, "Good morning, sleeping beauty," you say softly while a wry smile creeps across your face. 

Jake flushes at your bold joke, "Oh hush," he replies. His words don't hold any malice. He continues, still making eye contact with you, "It felt nice." His face pulls into a shy smirk. 

You have him sit up, and when he does, you grab the corners of the towel by his face and fold his hair up into the towel on top of his head. You lead him back to your salon chair and he sits down. After you grab a cape from the hooks on the wall, you drape it over him. The movement of the cape wafts the sweet smell of the conditioner towards you, but you can smell something else, a scent that is uniquely Jake. 

After you snap the cape around his neck, you remove the towel from his head. You match his gaze in the mirror. He flashes a grin at you, again, and says, "Cut away, Doc." You nod in return. 

You turn to grab a comb and a pair of shears and get to work. As you work through his hair, you strike up a conversation. "What kind of music do you and your brothers play?"

"Rock 'n roll mostly. Maybe a little bit of blues. Whatever we want, really," he replies. You can't see his face from your position behind him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

"Ooh, rock 'n roll? Are you a rockstar, Jake?" you tease. You move to cut the hair on the side of his head. 

"Maybe a little bit," he chuckles. He tries to turn his head towards you to punctuate his reply. 

"Hey, keep your head straight." You stop his head with the back of your hand. He raises his eyebrows and flushes with embarrassment as he snaps back to face the mirror. 

"Sorry," he replies. He averts his gaze in the mirror. 

You smile reassuringly, "No worries," you say. He settles again, "What instrument do you play?"

This question truly makes him light up, "I play the guitar." He beams at you in the mirror and continues, "I started when I was pretty little, and it's taken me a lot of cool places." His grin shows off his shiny, white teeth. 

"Any Grammys yet?" you jest. You assumed he was a small artist waiting for his big break. 

He looks down at his lap and chuckles, "Just the one."

Your head snaps up to look at him in the mirror, "Really?"

He lets a small smile play across his face, "Yeah it was kind of a miracle, actually." You stand up as your mouth hangs open. Then, you begin to laugh, full and from your belly. He flushes again, "What's so funny?"

It takes a second for you to stop laughing and collect yourself to answer him, "You've won a Grammy and you're getting your hair cut at a Great Clips!" The thought, once said out loud, sends you back into a laughing fit. His own bright and genuine laughter joins yours. 

When the laughter dies down, he turns his head towards you and you let it slide this time. He looks up at you and says, with a smirk, "Yeah, but you're cutting my hair here, aren't you?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

You blush furiously, but roll your eyes and turn his head back to the front with a hand on top of his head, "Oh, stop it," you mumble. His self-satisfied smirk remains as you finish cutting his hair.

Once pleased with your work, you set down the comb and shears. You reach for a bottle of light mousse and pump a small amount into your hand. Jake looks at the product in your hand, then up into your eyes, and asks, "What's that?"

You rub the mousse between your hands and start to rake it through his hair. "It's a mousse. It'll make your hair voluminous and give your waves some definition," you reply.

"Oh," he whispers and nods as you finish with the product. You grab the hairdryer and run it over his head for a few minutes, spinning the chair as you evenly dry his hair. 

Once you've finished, you run your fingers through his locks one last time, breaking the cast and giving his hair the tousled look he came in with. You suspect he likes that look. 

You finally spin Jake back around to see the final look in the mirror. The corners of his mouth and his eyebrows rise in unison. He turns his head from side to side, examining his new style. He brings his hands up to his scalp to tousle his hair from the roots. The wide, sparkling grin you were newly familiar with grows even stronger across his sharp features. 

"It looks amazing. You were right about the length," he says. The gratitude is evident in his voice, and you match his grin. 

You watch him admire his haircut in the mirror for just a little longer before he meets your gaze and sighs with contention. After standing there for just one more moment, you pat the back of the chair and say, "Alright, let's go get you checked out, Jake." He stands and follows you as you lead him back to the lobby. You notice that he puts his sunglasses back on his head, but continues to hold his hat in his hands. 

You resume your spot behind the counter and give him the spiel on the cost and other services provided at Great Clips. When it's time to pay, he slides a shiny card toward you. Upon picking it up, you find the card is heavy for such a small item. Your eyes widen at the weight of it in your hand and he chuckles. You look up at the sound, and he shrugs, "Rockstar money, I guess."

You laugh at his jokes one last time before you swipe the card and hand him the receipt with a pen to sign. He scribbles something on the receipt and hands it back to you. Your fingers brush as you take the paper from his hands and a shiver runs down your spine. You smile as he pats the counter, rings clacking against the hard surface. He puts his hands in his pockets and goes to leave, but before he opens the door, he turns around to say, "Thank you, y/n, it really does look great." A kind grin accompanies his expression of gratitude. 

You match his grin with a sugary sweet smile, "No problem, rockstar. Good luck with the new album." He waves and continues walking backward toward the door. It comes up quicker than he was expecting, and he turns around with surprise and embarrassment when he runs into the door. He waves goodbye before he's out the door and never to be seen again. You watch his profile walk down the street through the window, illuminated by the warm afternoon sun. 

You looked down at the receipt, hoping to find a sweet message or even a phone number, but you were met with a tip that far outweighed your service. Your heart flipped at the bittersweet gesture until another customer strolled through the door. 

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After closing out your last customer for the day and sending him out into the night, you began to sweep up. All the other stylists had gone home, so it was just you closing up the shop. Technically, you didn't close for another five minutes, but nobody was coming in, so you figured you would get a head start on cleaning up. 

You had just begun sweeping up the loose clippings left over from the day when the doorbell chimed again. Your heart sank at the sound. You hoped to get home early, but it seems your dreams were shattered by the high-pitched chime. You turned to see who had ruined your plans, but you froze mid-spin. The sight of Jake leaning on the counter shocked you. His elbows rested on the counter with his arms crossed while his fingers absentmindedly tapped at his bicep and his eyes darted around the lobby nervously. His sunglasses were perched on top of his head. 

"Back again, rockstar? Wanna go shorter?" you tease as you saunter back to the counter. You stand across from him, arms spread and hands grabbing the edge of the counter. You pop your hip out to the side and wait for his response with a smirk on your face.

He laughs at your question, "No, this is perfect actually." He moves to run his fingers through his hair.

"Well, what can I do for you? We close in," you check your watch, "two minutes." 

"I have a question for you, actually."

"Sure! Is it about the mousse? I can sell you a bottle, or I can let you take a picture of the label. If you don't like it, I can recommend you something else, too!" You start to ramble a little bit, flustered at the proximity. 

"No," he pauses, "well, actually I'd love to take a picture of the label, but that's not why I'm back."

You quirk an eyebrow at him. You don't want to get your hopes up, but you like the direction this conversation is going. You reply, "What is it?"

He takes in a shaky breath, "Well, uh, I really enjoyed my haircut."

You smile at his accidental display of nerves, "I'm glad you did. Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"No. I, um, well, I really enjoyed your company, and, uh," he pauses to search your eyes, biting his lip, "I wanted to know, well I wanted to ask if, maybe, um." He stutters and trails off.

You try to help him out, "Wanted to know what?"

He stands up and sucks in a deep breath, "Are you free on Friday night?"

His question, though it was the one you had hoped to hear, hits you like a freight train. Your eyes widen and a giddy smile slowly creeps across your face. 

Jake is seemingly impatient, pushing for an answer, "Well?"

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as you reply, "Yes, I am."

He doesn't celebrate yet, but asks, "Can I take you out to dinner, then?"

Your smile stretches even further across your face, "Yeah, I would love that."

The biggest smile you had seen from him that day erupts onto his face. You stand there grinning at each other for a second until he breaks out of the trance, "Great, it's a date," he exhales, "could I maybe get your number before I go?"

You nod, "Of course." He hands you his phone, already open to a new contact. You type in your number and your name, making sure to add a ":)" at the end. While you type, you can see him bounce on his toes with anticipation, and it makes you smile. You hand the phone back to him and he smiles down at the contact. You watch him for a moment before you lean across the counter and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, against your better judgment, "See you Friday, Jake."

He quickly looks up, having flushed scarlet yet again. He smiles and whispers, "Yeah, see you Friday." He turns to leave, clutching his phone to his chest and still gazing at you. He runs into the door again, distracted by you, but finally makes it outside. You watch as he exits and holds his phone up to his ear, smiling as he speaks to whoever is on the other line. 

❁❁❁

Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you shut the door to your apartment. You drop your keys into the bowl by your door and scramble to fish your phone from your jacket. Only one notification is displayed on your lock screen. 

unknown number: hey gorgeous :)

You immediately save his number and giggle to yourself. You lean back against your door as you type out a response. 

you: hey rockstar :)

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how long can you stand the heat || ot7

Warnings: Uhhh, none I think? Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader, Jackson Wang/(F) Reader

Plot: The one where your soulmates don't want you in their life, so you give them what they want and stay out of their way.

Genre: not really unrequited love (but they're all idiots), mutual pining, angst, denial of feelings, poly ot7

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

I originally posted this on ao3 last April but I've just recently thought, "why not post this on tumblr now that i'm using it again after a few years?"

this fic is v self-serving, and was brought to you by my ✨maladaptive daydreams✨

first fic i posted here. idek what im doing but lezzgawwww

Title obviously came from AOBTD. Thank you, Sir John Deacon. You are heaven-sent for making this iconic and legendary bop.

This will be a part of a multi-fic series and i've already crafted 80/90-ish% of the next part im so sorry my mind isn't cooperating rn

✨️

God must be testing your patience.

I mean sure, you might not also be sure that there is indeed a god out there somewhere. However, you must have pissed off some deity or you had pissed on some old man of the mound. Either way, you don't care. You're pissed off now, too.

You see when they rejected you and asked (read: avoided you like the plague until Sejin spoke with you) not to speak or interact with them, you respected their wishes. It stung, but it's not really surprising.

It's not a secret that the seven of them are soulmates, polyamorous soulbonds not even a rarity in and out of the industry. However, it's also not a secret that they're very exclusive and don't let too many (if any) other people in their circle because of the things they had to endure as a group. It makes sense that they wouldn't want a new person intruding and messing with their dynamics, soulmate or not.

(deep down you want to say it doesn't make sense. you're their soulmate, why can't they accept you like that? but there's still nothing you can do, isn't there?)

And so, you delegated all your tasks related to their group to your most trusted employees completely and avoided them at all costs. And by 'at all costs', you mean everything. You even deleted all their songs on your playlists and blocked them on social media (even on Spotify). You can co-exist with them without interacting, although it makes your chest ache through the bond because of the soul rejection like a 24/7 acid relapse.

It's fine. You can ignore all that. You can handle rejection. You've been used to this since you were a kid; adult you can handle this.

Soul rejection side effects? Nothing meds and doctors can't fix. Technology has never been more advanced and all that jazz.

You're a mature person, and you pride yourself on that. You don't like confrontations that much and would rather step back as much as you can to disengage. If your soulmates don't want anything to do with you, then you'll back off.

But you sometimes wonder if they can feel it too, the soul strings fraying and slowly decaying. After shit went down, it's bouts of nausea and dizziness, and constant chest aches for you. That's not even half of it. It'll take a whole day for you to list all your symptoms.

If they do feel it, does it add to their list of reasons why they hate your existence? You mean, they had been borderline antagonistic since your first meeting, cold but civil at best.

It was a contrast to the way the tiny soul marks on each of your fingers glowed on your first meeting even until after Taehyung and Yoongi fled in what you can guess is disbelief and refusal, the others following suit. The warmth in your hands felt scorching, and you had never wanted to scrub them with water in your life then more than you ever did, your chest beating hard and painfully. You remember feeling like someone slashed your insides with a hot knife, and it has never stopped being in pain ever since.

What else were you supposed to think other than they hate you?

Not wanting to risk another embarrassing conversation with Sejin (bless his heart), you decided to book an appointment and signed up for the relatively new soul-scraping therapy. It's still in its human trial stages and is slowly being recognized as a way of severing soul ties, albeit not approved and sanctioned by the government. Anything to give and honor their wishes. They're your soulmates, and it's innate in you to give people what they want.

(or was it really just that?)

All of that and everything else, you can take. You live and abide by your life motto to stay out of drama, so you take all of it in stride and with dignity because it's all you have left at this point when it comes to them.

This is where you got pissed off, though. This day takes the cake, this sodding party.

Attending the party was certainly not your idea. You're tired from the long-ass meetings you had today—JYP's team asked for a meeting for your agreement with Day6 since Sungjin got discharged a few months ago with Younghyun following suit in a few days. A party is definitely not on your to-do list. If it's up to you, you'll be going home to your phone and fics.

(and if they're bangtan fics, nobody has to know. this, you can let yourself have—you were advised against going cold turkey from them by the doctors handling the soul-scraping therapy, after all. if you can't have them, maybe you can at least indulge in fictional them.)

You have been minding your own business since you arrived at the bar. It's laughable how socially inept you are despite handling your business and meeting the entertainment industry's biggest names and leaders regularly. When being put in parties and other gigs that force you to socialize just for the sake of socializing, you're back to being the fat loser kid that avoided making new friends because the ones you previously had in childhood (if you can really call them that) can't understand how your brain and mouth work. Frankly, you don't, too, so you just preferred to stay in one corner until it's socially acceptable to go home.

"Hey." Jackson squeezes your hand in his and smiles worriedly at you. "You doing okay?"

Jackson had been a long-time friend and is someone you trust your whole life with. Jackson had seen you through your bests and worsts, but had never once turned his back on you or betrayed you as many people did.

Yeah, you would trust him with your whole life. Your panties too, but don't tell him that.

(there's no need to because he knows; he did lots of times before, with his face between your thighs and your undies in his pocket.)

"I'm good." You don't even bother smiling, knowing it won't convince him too much. He knows your stand on parties; you're his polar opposite, after all. "I just really wanna go home."

"Can I come with?" he asks with a salacious smile.

You roll your eyes.

"Stop being horny for five minutes, please."

"You shouldn't have worn that dress, then." He rakes you with an assessing look. "On second thought, that's the best decision you did tonight so far. If you're not going home with anyone tonight, my room's open."

"You up to be my wingman?" you ask.

"Sure. I'll sit with you all night so we can look like a swinger couple scouting for a third we can take home." He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort at that with an amused chuckle, oblivious to the glare(s) directed your way by—who else?—your soulmates.

They (Taehyung) heard from Manager Sejin and Noona Ae-cha that you're not sure if you can come. They didn't know why the two were talking about you, but Taehyung tried to act immersed in his phone while eavesdropping.

Apparently, you had been stuck in the boardroom almost all day with the back-to-back meetings, and you even had to cancel your doctor's appointment. For what the appointment is for, he didn't know. It explains your absence that day, and he files the information away at the back of his head. He can't for the life of him understand why he can't stop trying to spot crumbs about you.

(he does know, but he's in denial about why—and he'll deny both.)

He then told his hyungs and Jungkook, which they just nodded at, seemingly uninterested. But if Namjoon's faraway serious look at times is anything to go by or the way Jimin picks at the skin on his lips as he's lost in thought, he's pretty sure they are also subtly trying to figure out if you're coming.

(but they'll all deny that if asked.)

They haven't seen you that much since they started actively avoiding you months ago and shut down whatever soul link you have with them, and you are damn good at trying to stay out of their way.

It surprised them, they're not gonna lie. They expected you to put up a fight, but all Manager Sejin told them was that you agreed. You never interacted with them ever since unless it was really needed, and you were always wearing your rings and not making unnecessary eye contact even once.

(and that somehow pisses them off and itches under their skin because how dare you not be interested?)

And now you've been here for the past hour or so, Jackson Wang in tow. Or rather, Jackson has his arms alternately snaked around yours or slung around your shoulders. It makes Jackson look like a frat douchebag.

(and it makes taehyung look jealous and interested in you which he is so not, no.)

Hoseok was the first one to spot you arriving, Another One Bites The Dust thumping through the dancefloor that was bathed in red lights. He nudges Namjoon from his seat in their secluded and swanky VIP room that was separated one floor above the bar proper.

"There she is", he says then, gesturing towards you as all seven pairs of eyes land on you as you enter with Jackson. "She's with Wang."

With varying levels of internal turmoil, they all watch as Jackson led you through the throngs of people, presumably to another room like theirs. They see you shake your head and point to the bar, and Jackson's face light up with a wide smile before redirecting your steps.

Yoongi asks himself why you have to wear that dress or why Jackson has to clutch at your hands like a little kid, the others having a similar train of thought. Does Jackson think he's going to be lost in this bar? Is he that plain stupid to be lost in this bar, really?

And why are you letting him?

Jimin tries not to let his eyes wander on your legs, tries not to let his mind wander back to the thought of being choked by your thick supple legs and ripping that off-shoulder dress off you and—

Oh. Woah, there.

Stop it! he thinks to himself and shakes his head.

(this is not the first time he's thought of this, darling. when he first saw those smooth and lovely-looking plump thighs, he knows he was fucked.)

Jin is no better, but he hides it better than the others. After all, it was not his idea to shut you out like that. He was opposed to it and tried to talk some sense into the others, but they didn't listen. He thought back then that Namjoon would at least be reasonable and give you a shot but nooo, the kid was stupid enough to listen to others.

Let them have what they want, then.

(he can feel the pit and longing in his chest some nights and thinks that maybe he can let the others do what they want but still do what he wants too. but he takes a look at the six men who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he can't lose them. he sends you an apology mentally, hoping you can at least feel it through the bond.)

"Calm down," Jin tells them levelly, trying to pry the glass off Namjoon's hand, lest he crushes it and injures himself. "You're crushing the poor thing, Joonie. Don't wanna end up in the ER, do you?"

Jackson's the one to end up in the ER if he doesn't unwrap his arms from your shoulders, that's who, Namjoon thinks to himself bitterly before he can stop himself.

Jin leans back on his seat and watches as you laugh with Jackson, arms slung around your shoulders as the latter listens to you talk. They all wouldn't have to seethe in barely contained anger if they just listened to him though, so who's at fault here?

Aish, these brats.

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook suddenly says, disentangling himself from Taehyung fluidly.

"You can just ask them," Namjoon says, pointing towards the glass doors where their security detail is posed out of the room. "There's no need to go out."

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook repeats firmly, ignoring him. Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Come help me, Jin-hyung?"

Ah, this conniving brat. Jin wants to kiss his pouty lips for this.

"Sure," Jin says easily, much to Namjoon's annoyance. He pats Namjoon's cheeks gently. "No breaking the glass, Joon-ah. We have a photoshoot tomorrow."

He pulls Jungkook out of the room before any of them can disagree further. He loops his arm around Jungkook's petite waist, nodding once to the man stationed at the door.

"You're not just getting drinks at you, aren't you?" Jin asks as they descend the steps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." Jungkook's smile is sharp. "I just don't wanna get roofied and end up on the tabloids tomorrow, is all."

"You don't have to lie to me," Jin says, kissing his hair. "I wanna see her, too."

Jungkook's smile turns sad at that.

"I just don't understand. [Name]-noona seems like a nice person. They're all being stupid."

Jin has to agree. "But you know why we have to, right? I don't like it, too, but we have no choice."

"But we do!" Jungkook insists. "We can be friends, even."

"Friends don't fuck friends." Jungkook snorts at that. "There's nothing 'friends' about wanting her with us, Jungkook."

"Friends don't fuck friends, my ass," Jungkook mumble mockingly. "That didn't stop Jackson-hyung at all."

Jin stops momentarily, pulling Jungkook to a stop. "Excuse me?"

"They were having sex last week, hyung. When Jackson-hyung came over last Wednesday."

"Was that why...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook takes his hand as they walk again. "I felt it through the strings, too."

Jungkook is suspiciously not meeting his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What?" he asks innocently. Jin's lips pull into a smirk.

"You naughty cat!"

"I—what? No!" but Jungkook is still not meeting his eyes. "I didn't watch them."

Jin gasps delightedly.

"This is so much better. I didn't even say anything yet!"

Ah, fuck.

In Jungkook's defense, he hadn't meant to listen in. But he had been on his way back to the practice room from relieving his screaming bladder when he heard it. The warmth and arousal that was definitely not his he had been ignoring since that lunchtime was not helping his curiosity.

"Ah!" And oh shit, it's someone moaning and it's you.

That explains the arousal he's been feeling. Oh, and the jealousy now (his), too.

"Yeah?" A deeper voice asked breathlessly. Another punched-out moan from you, and the arousal flares in his chest.

Yup. It's definitely his this time.

"Jackson, please," your equally breathless voice pleaded, and the sound shot to his cock. Jungkook had to stop his hand from going south inside his pants and boxers.

A delighted shriek and breathless laugh, followed by a staccato of 'ah ah ah's and hips slapping against each other punctuated the otherwise silent afternoon he was having.

And what would a self-respecting man do?

Stay and listen to you get railed six ways to Sunday, was what he did.

(jungkook didn't say he's a self-respecting man.)

Jungkook slipped his hand inside his pants and boxers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He almost moaned at how your moans quickly reached a whole other level of desperation. He wondered and tried to imagine how you would feel around him if he fucked you harder and deeper than Jackson possibly can.

He knows he can.

"Hands, Jackson." There was a chuckle, then your whine was heard. "Baobei, please."

Jungkook heard Jackson's sharp intake of breath, and he had to internally agree. Even speaking Mandarin, you sound so hot.

He heard you mewl with a choked giggle as the sounds of hips to hips got faster.

"You really like my hands, huh?" Jackson asked.

"Mhm. Want them wrapped around my—ah!—neck all the time."

Fuck.

Jungkook had to bite onto his hands as he came, so as not to give his position away, cock spurting on his hands,. Seconds later and he heard you cry out and Jackson grunt to completion.

So, no. He definitely didn't watch.

"You nasty, nasty boy!" Jin cackles at him and he wants to pout. "You listened in to them having sex?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook hisses. "Not too loud."

Jin snickers at him, mouth pulled in a tempting smirk he wants to kiss. "Was it good?"

"Hyung," he whines. At Jin's unfaltering smirk, he sighs. "It was. She sounds so good, hyung. I can't take it off my mind."

"Maybe later, we can do something about that." Jin says with a low hum.

He peers at Jin's eyes and almost shudders at the dark and hungry look in them. Jin squeezes his waist, and it takes Jungkook's breath away.

In his silence, Jin nods with a hum.

"Hm, definitely later."

He won't say no to that. If they can't have you, Jungkook's gonna take what he can get, even if it means settling on replaying your moans in his head.

When they reach the bar, you are still sitting at the other end with Jackson. They are careful not to be seen by you or you'll probably leave like you always do when they get within your 10-foot vicinity.

Then Jackson puts his hand on your slightly exposed leg. He feels the others' jealousy through the bond first before he feels his own, and he sees you stiffen in your seat.

Hyungs!

Jungkook quickly looks away, but not before Jackson catches his gaze. He completely misses the way Jackson's mouth pulls into a quick smirk as their drinks are thankfully served at that exact moment.

"Wanna head back to your place?"

You're unexpectedly suddenly close, and it's like Jackson wants him and Jin to hear to rile them up. It works, and he can barely tamp down the urge to pour the drinks over Jackson's big head, being older be damned.

"Sure. I'll just swing by the restroom." You say as you walk away. Jin and Jungkook take that as their cue to go back to their ritzy room.

"That was short," Jin says tightly as they go back. "Was it you?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

Jin's lips quirk into an amused smile.

"Ah, jealous bastards."

"Weren't you too, though?" Jungkook asks with a slightly amused smile of his own. "That was... that was intense."

"That serves them," Jin says as they near the room. "If they weren't just pigheaded, it's my shoulders her legs are gonna be hanging from later."

"Jin-hyung!" Jungkoo huffs, but then deflates. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, we still have later," Jin says with a lascivious smirk.

And he can't complain about that, can he?

"Where's Tae-hyung?" he asks when they enter the room, Taehyung nowhere in sight.

"Went out. Didn't say where." Hoseok says as he accepts their drinks and puts the tray on the table. It takes a few seconds for him to piece it all together, and he mentally facepalms.

"Whatever happened to 'not giving a fuck' about [Name]?" he mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon warns.

It sets him off.

"What? Are you all really going to keep on pretending? You do realize I felt that back there too, right?" he shoots back.

"So the drinks were just a ruse?" Namjoon's face is stormy.

Jungkook holds his gaze steady. "And what if it was? You all know what I felt about this since day one."

"Kook-ah." It's Jimin this time. "Not now, please."

"And when, hyung? When we go back to just pretending an eighth of our soul doesn't exist out there?"

"Jungkook."

He glares at Yoongi. "No, hyung. If you all want to be stupid, I don't! [Name]-noona is going through therapy because of this, don't you know?"

Yoongi scoffs. "She's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Not soul-scraping therapy, she won't."

They all stop at that. Even Jungkook stops and internally curses.

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" Namjoon's voice takes on a dangerous tone.

He huffs but stays silent, not really wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself.

"Jungkook."

"I talked to Jiho-hyung, okay? I bumped into him five months ago when he visited her."

Silence.

"Im Jiho?" At Jungkook's nod, Namjoon's frown deepened. "I didn't know he practices soul-scraping."

"He's co-authoring the soul-scraping study with Doctor Seong."

At the mention of one of their previous soul health doctors, Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Our Doctor Seong?"

Jungkook nods with a sigh, plopping down beside Hoseok. "Apparently, it's why he stopped private practice—to focus on the studies. They're also lobbying for fully legalizing soul-scraping in the Assembly. I ran into him, and he mentioned that he was there for noona's side effects from the therapy."

Side effects?

Shit.

"W-wait. Five months, you said?" Jin says with a tremble in his voice. "Is that why I can barely feel her anymore?"

Jungkook's sigh is pained, forlorn. "Apparently, yeah."

They all lapse in complete silence after that, the thumping of the beat on the dancefloor faint through the walls.

"Fuck."

Indeed.

It is then that Taehyung comes back. He takes one look at their varying degrees of solemn and stunned expressions and tilts his head.

"What? What happened?" he asks.

"[Name]..."

Taehyung's eyes widen before his expression smooths into indifference.

"I told you, I'm no—"

"That's not it," Jimin says softly. "She's in soul-scraping therapy, Taehyung-ah."

...

"What?"

(oh, lord. you don't know the turmoil you caused all these pining idiots, darling.)

---

And what about you?

As we said in the beginning, god must be testing your patience.

"Hey," Jackson says softly. He lifts your chin with a gentle smile long after Taehyung fucked off to god knows where. "You good, baobei?"

You didn't even know they were here. You were vaguely aware that yeah, they might be, but it totally slipped your mind. Meetings really did drain your brain.

When you stood up and went to the restroom while Jackson called for the driver, you didn't know that Taehyung was watching you from their room and completely high-tailed it from there just to intercept you when he saw you stand up from the corner of the bar. You didn't know why, but his stupid drunken ass just decided it wanted and it was a good idea to rile you up.

To piss you off is why, you think.

When you exited the ladies' room, Taehyung was standing there by the wall looking lethal. The ache in your chest flared up for two different reasons, but you ignored it. You ignored him and started walking away, pretending you didn't see him.

"So you're really here."

Seriously?

You continued ignoring him and walked on, but he didn't let you get far.

He grabs your wrist. "I said, you're really here."

The spot where he held you burned and you hissed, cursing the therapy's side effects. You were warned that coming in contact skin-to-skin with your soulmates while undergoing the therapy would feel painful (literally), but you didn't heed it then. You had no reason to touch them after all when they didn't even want to see you.

But it is painful, and it burns.

You yanked your wrist away, hiding your wrist behind your back. There's no need for that, though. Taehyung was looking at your face intently.

"Yes, and I was just leaving. See you around, T—"

"With Jackson?"

What's it with this guy?

You looked back at him and squared your shoulders up. "That's really none of your business, Taehyung."

He laughed with a sneer, shaking his head.

"What would people say if they knew you're off gallivanting with men who aren't your soulmate?"

Wow.

The nerve of this asshole.

You can't let him see it affect you though, so you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

"I'm just a nobody. Why would they talk about me? " You smirked in amusement. "I don't think it'll be me they will talk about since I wasn't the one who rejected my soulmate, was I?"

And oh, shit. Where did that come from, [Name]? Feisty.

"And I'm not doing anything illegal. Why should I be scared?" You slightly lean back and tilt your chin up. "I'm not the one between us with a reputation to uphold, a name I should protect."

You paused, a serene smile on your face.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not you, Taehyung"

The smirk on his lips was replaced with a sharp look of disdain, almost like he wants to slap the smile off your face.

(he wants to, darling. trust me. just not in the way you think.)

You knew you hit a nerve and it feels petty and mean, but it's nothing compared to the loneliness and pain they gave you these past few months. It felt satisfying, even if for just a bit.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" He smiled almost mockingly. "Tell me, how does it feel to be rejected?"

That really stung and angered you, but you've spent all your life hiding your emotions when needed to. Your expression didn't falter.

"It feels good—"

"—because she dodged a bullet."

You internally sighed in relief as Jackson's voice float behind you. You'll forever be thankful for this man's existence, gods or not.

You melt in his arms when he wrapped them around your waist. You chanced a look at Jackson, not seeing the twitch on Taehyung's brows at your body language.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" Jackson mocked back at him. "Imagine thinking it's the end of the world for your soulmate just because you shut down their bond." Jackson chuckled ruthlessly.

"You're pathetic, Taehyung-ssi."

The two were locked in a glowering match before Taehyung straightened up and spun on his heel without a word.

Jackson let you get your bearings by the wall of the hallway to the ladies' room in silence. But he didn't let you stew in your thoughts for long.

So now here you are, looking at his gentle eyes.

"You good, baobei?"

You don't know how to answer that really, so you pull him by the collar into a searing kiss.

He puts his hand on your waist, the other on the wall by your face, and you tighten your hold on his collar.

You pull away to gasp for air.

"Take me home," you exhale heavily as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Take me home and fuck me 'til I forget, or I might do something stupid."

Jackson's sharp intake of air is your answer before he pulls you away to your awaiting car outside the club.

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feedback (constructive, please don't be too rude bc i'll cry) and kudos very much appreciated!

#bts soulmate au #polyamorous bts #soul bonds #kim taehyung u lil shit #soulmate rejection #idek what i'm doing okay i'm so sorry #they're idiots your honor #bts x reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[runawaymun]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @zealouswerewolfcollector @melestasflight & @niennawept - thanks guys!!!!

Under the cut for length.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

43 total. 26 on my reg runawaymun account, and 17 spicy works under spicy_runawaymun.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

466,324. Geez.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just Tolkien. Mostly focusing on early third age and late second age. I used to write for Stargate and Doctor Who but that was like ten years ago.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

To Partake - 842 kudos - Longfic in progress. Elrond/Celebrimbor set in the second age, based loosely off The Rings of Power but it's really gone off the rails now because I didn't like some choices in the show and am trying to fix them haha. Show knowledge is honestly not needed because I stop following it after like the seventh chapter. Mostly an Elrond character study disguised as porn.

And the Stars Shine the Same - 695 kudos - Longfic, complete. a look at early third age Rivendell as told by two kids from proto-Rohan who get adopted into Elrond's family out of harsh and traumatic circumstances.

Beneath a Boundless Sky - 520 kudos - longfic and in progress. Sequel to above. Much wider scope. Dealing with the politics of proto-Rohan and exploring Fram's rise to power, while also keeping a firm focus on Elrond, his relationship with Maglor, and his relationship with his family. Oh yeah, and there's an eldritch monster in the mix (one that isn't Elrond that is!)

A Gown Spun from Starlight - 400 kudos - Thranduil x Reader insert oneshot. Mostly fluff.

Supine - 358 kudos - exploratory kidnap fam multi shot. Mostly Maedhros-centric.

Tinúvion - 289 kudos - Oneshot. Elrond and Sauron meet and hiss at each other and fight over Gil-Galad for 1972 words. Sauron shits his pants. Transitive property Luthien-Elrond.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Sometimes often my spoons are low so I am not always as fast as I like. But I endeavor to respond to everybody!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohhhhh. Let me think, here. Probably That We Are Still - in which Elrond has a foresight nightmare about Cel's death and they have sex about it, which fixes nothing.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them have happy endings, because I love happy endings and I've written a good deal of fluff! I think And the Stars Shine the Same has the happiest/most satisfying ending, though. But it's an unfair comparison because it's a longfic. But Never Doubt I Love (Russingon) has a happy/bittersweet ending that's one of my favs. And Equinox (Elrond and Lindir's first meeting) is just pure sugar haha.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I recall, honestly. Hopefully it stays that way. I've gotten one or two slightly homophobic comments but I believe the commenter meant well. It was a weird experience.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I find exploring how characters are sexual really really fascinating. It's like a microcosm of everything -- of their relationships, of their trauma, of their securities and insecurities. It's so interesting and fun! And especially the journeys that characters can take sexually, learning to open up and explore :) it's very rewarding. All of that is over on my spicy account. It's nearly exclusively Celrond but there's a few others in there.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written a few, but none on AO3. My favorite was one I wrote a long time ago where SG-1 (Stargate SG-1) got into a tangled up mission with the Eleventh Doctor and River. I also do a lot of daydreaming and play in my free time imagining my OCs from my original works winding up in middle earth. :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had someone offer but if it wound up happening, I wasn't tagged, so I am not sure! But receiving the offer was very nice <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not any of the ones posted to AO3, but @the-commonplace-book and I have collaborated on a lot of work together! I'm always open to collaboration. It's so much fun.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

CELROND CELROND CELROND. Though Brimbrond is becoming a close contender now!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them, really. I try not to doubt I will finish things and just trust my process. I am a naturally slow writer who's a perfectionist and tends to hop from project to project, which is why I focus myself on one or two longfics at most, and I just let the others percolate in outline form until I finish something. I used to not finish things ever and it drove me crazy, so I try my best to stay focused so that things will always get finished in their due time.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Prose. Action and horror. Long character arcs -- especially the unfolding of characters who are recovering from traumatic experiences. I have a pattern haha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions of settings and characters (I know what they look like in my head and have to actively remind myself that this image isn't downloaded into someone's brain). Politics and schemes. And IMO I am not good at twisty plots. I tend to write pretty linear progressions with few unexpected surprises.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic.

I like peppering individual words here and there, or perhaps small phrases. Pet names, absolutely. But nothing more than that. IMO adding in language can really help ground a story in the worldbuilding.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Funnily enough, Tolkien. When I was a kid I set out to rewrite the entire books just from Merry and Pippin's perspectives. I did not get very far.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think it's honest to god And the Stars Shine the Same. I am obviously fond of To Partake, but Stars just is in its own special category for me. It came to me at the exact right time in my life when I really needed it. It's a very personal story, and it revived my love of writing and reminded me why I liked doing it.

I am rather late to this and I am not sure who has been tagged and who hasn't, so forgive me if I tag someone who has already done this! But no pressure tags for: @emyn-arnens @jaz-the-bard @lordgrimwing @greyjedijaneite @maglor-my-beloved and whomever else would like to participate!

#20 questions for fic writers

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

🕊️ 💛for Jeyne Poole, please

Sorry for the very late answer, life has been ver busy right now and I haven't had much energy left in me. Also sorry this got long and probably isn't very satisfactory either.

💛 Familial relationships

Admittedly not very creative of me but I like to imagine that she and Vayon were close. I know GRRM's tendency of simply not writing mothers and not even mentioning whether they are dead is often fixed with characters like this but for some reason I like the idea of her being an only child from a single/widowed working father. Girldad/j. Girldad who probably doesn't have a lot of time or power to make her content with her lot in life. It contrasts nicely to the Stark family and Ned's relationship towards Sansa & Arya and in my opinion also works with her being low on the aristocracy (all major feudal families in Westeros having multiple children, larger homes being encouraged for those who want to escalate). It also gives her and Beth Cassel something to bond over.

🕊️ Platonic relationships (friends, enemies, etc).

I like to think that her behaviour towards Arya was mostly influenced by projection and some envy.

I've talked about it before and was deemed a Sansa anti but I genuinely think that Sansa associating Arya's looks to bastards and common people only for Jeyne to later be forced into playing Arya (among other things because of her looks) is too much of a fun concept to ignore. Imagine your bff trash talks her sisters appearance to you, a person who looks like that sister.

I like to think she was better at sums than Sansa but worse than Arya, and that this too influenced her behaviour for the later given how her father is the literal steward of Winterfell so why was wild Arya Horseface better than her at something she was supposed to have an advantage?!

No canon at all and I doubt we will ever get to have more information on it but I like to think that through her time at the brothel(s), she managed to make some friends or at least positive connections with other women there. I am not trying to pretend that it wasn't traumatising, it was, but usually in spaces like those you find a lot of very supportive women who will protect and care for each other and I like toying with that.

Also, not something that can be applied to canon and it only exists in my daydreams and fics but, I like to think she and Falia could eventually become friends. They both have fairy tale imagery, twisted wish fulfilment and a sad and traumatised ironborn companion who treats them surprisingly well given the circumstances. They should be friends.

Not really a headcanon but more of an observation: I really would love it if she actually gets to the Wall because I want her to interact with Melisandre (hello fellow (possibly csa +) slavery victim) and also because I think seeing whether she becomes close to Shireen or Val could be really interesting for all the discussions surrounding childhood & adulthood in the cases of our many pre-teen/teen girls and maybe for less aggressive discussions of the "don't ship adults with children!" thing that is often loudly yelled by adult/children they adultified shippers. Adolescence isn't really a thing in asoiaf society so I genuinely think that seeing what sort of interactions she develops with Shireen (considered a child in and out of story universe) or Val (considered a woman in story universe with not enough information or interest for this to be debated out of story universe) could be somewhat telling of how GRRM is intending to treat her in the future.

#thank you for the ask #I always feel positively complimented when someone asks me stuff about any of my three unimportant girls #so writing this was a thing that made me very happy. #redrikki #speaking #Asoiaf #jeyne poole

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

succession finale thoughts!

romangerri:

i don’t know if any tv show has ever given me as much of a stomachache as this episode, oooooooooof!!! the STRESS. (but honestly, the stomachache was 100% just suspense over whether gerri and roman would ever interact again. everything else, i was very zen about.)

gerri in the video radiantly reciting a dirty limerick like a roman daydream come true and roman watching her fondly!!!!! ugh!!!!! that was so schmoopy, especially for this show!!! he still loves her (not that that’s news)!!!!! and him panicking and losing it at the very sight of her and really feeling the crushing weight of his potential that she so believed in because she could have got him there!!!!!!!!!!! she also gave him a couple little not-hateful looks that might have even been sort of nice or concerned or at least ... okay, and i will cling to those for the rest of my life. but i’m so, so sad we never got to see them talk to each other again. OOF.

i have the most hope for roman just because he wound up self-aware enough to see the reality of the situation. jesse armstrong might think you’ll be a sad guy in a bar forever, but to me, there is nowhere for you to go but up, bb. and into the arms of your woman.

i hate the idea of gerri sticking with the company with tom as the ceo just because her disdain for tom was so strong; putting up with logan was one thing, putting up with roman was another even, but TOM????? tom, getting his melancholy everywhere?? however, i think it’s probably too idealistic of me to suggest that she’d turn it down for that reason. but also, maybe she would? isn’t she tired of idiot men yet??? doesn’t she want to go to the g.d. south of france already???? like, the contrast of the old camaraderie in the video of the party with logan with, like, the stupid dudebro tech culture of mattson ... ugh, i just don’t want gerri to be up in that mess! i want her to reject tom! and stand in solidarity with karl & frank! GIRL, IT’S TIME TO RETIRE!!!!!!! in any case: gerri being un-fireable remains hilarious.

gerri not really having any lines in the actual events of the ep = thumbs down forever. NOPE!

however.

roman martini-pining for gerri as his very last act onscreen.

dear GOD.

AAAAAAAH.

though i’m sure the intention of canon is for their relationship to be over forever, it was so wobbly in its over-ness that i’m pretty pleased. i do think it’s in a place where it can be very patched up in fanfic in a way that’s still canon-compliant. hell, she might roll up to that very bar and order another martini and keep him company and be like, “uh, babe, why is that cut on your forehead burst open???”! anything goes! forever! whoohoo, ao3!

i’m so relieved this is over!!!!!!!!!!

THEIR SCENE AT THE FUNERAL WAS INDEED THEIR LAST EVER SCENE AND IT GOT CUT, CLEARLY FOR MAXIMUM PAIN AND ESTRANGEMENT REASONS, AND I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT FOREVERMORE. jesus. will some rebellious intern just edit it back into the episode for me?

in my head they will make up tho. 💗 let the era of fix-it fics begin!

other stuff:

the sibling moments!!!!!! the rollercoaster!!!!! it’s funny how when they were getting along, i believed as much as they did that they HAD IT! and then watching them fall back into the old patterns ... it was that thing this show does best, condensed into one episode of agony. amazing acting, amazing chemistry!

ken starting to get physically abusive toward roman with the crushing hug and then smooshing his face!!!!! when before he stuck up for roman against their father’s abuse. jesus christ. :(

the contrast between the scene in the kitchen and the scene in the conference room ............... OOF!

tom and greg having their little bitchy slap fight in the bathroom, lol. tom putting his little sticker on greg’s forehead, lol.

tom really did marry up! jeez.

conwilla: the not-long-distance era, because democracy shall prevail

even beyond the flawless beauty of limerick gerri (obviously the highlight forever <3), that whole video and the kids watching it?? the emotions!!!!!!

KENDALL IS THE OLDEST BOY!!!!!!!

this episode made me feel So Bad.

roman and gerri need a spinoff where they are just cute and silly. someone please get this happening for me.

#dollsome's deep thoughts #succession spoilers #succession #roman x gerri #romangerri #and bits of everything else!

[spiritofjustice]

Amara is a really interesting character to me. she acts so fucking strange that i honestly thought there was a high chance that she was the ultimate bad guy in Turnabout Revolution lol. i don't know what they were going for with her honestly. i wanna explore her more in my writing eventually. because i can't give any of these characters a happy ending i can't help but feel like Amara and Nahyuta would butt heads, like, a lot. not that they don't love each other, because they really do, but i feel like they really would not understand each other.

Nahyuta grew up in a totally different world than Amara. his lived experiences are wildly different from hers. they'd probably argue about Dhurke, what he'd want, who "knows" him more, they'd argue about what the best thing to do for Khura'in is (which i feel Nahyuta wouldn't mind-- he shouldn't be able to do whatever he wants as regent, so he appreciates a dissenting opinion), they'd argue about Rayfa, about him and what he's doing with his life, so on. i feel like Amara would have very particular ideas of what she wants, thinks, and expects of Nahyuta, and Nahyuta is very much so... not what she expects, i think. like, she knew him probably a little as Nayna, but i don't think she ever really knew him.

and Nahyuta canonically doesn't talk about his feelings or what he's thinking and is very private, so he's not easy to know because i imagine he's still mentally on guard with basically everyone in his life because it's what he's used to. and he's not the beau ideal of a prince or leader. he's just a guy who grew up dirt poor in an isolated world suddenly thrust into great political power at the center of his nation. Amara probably has lofty expectations for her kids, and she's probably spent a long time daydreaming of what it'd be like if they could all be together again, and finding it not exactly as she expected, probably becomes rather upset.

i also think that Nahyuta gets along extremely well with Rayfa after they get used to each other, and i think that would mess with Amara too. that Rayfa connects so easily to Yuta, but she can't seem to connect with either of hers, even though she raised Rayfa the whole time! it's a lot of frustration and missed connections that no one is certain of how to fix. Amara means well, but i just get the vibe she's naturally overbearing and she'll keep running into walls with Yuta (and Rayfa, though they get along a lot better than her and Yuta) because of that.

and i can also see how it might feel so gutting that she and Nahyuta are so different and so constantly at odds when he resembles her so much. i'm sure people have always compared them and in the brief times when she was able to be in his life as a kid, i think she had high expectations of having a daughter child that is like an extension of herself-- and she hasn't yet let go of the idea of that. but Nahyuta is nothing if not his own person post-SOJ, so it'd be a struggle. on the opposite side, Nahyuta has always struggled with feeling like he's in Amara's shadow-- he looks nothing like his father, acts nothing like his father, and must constantly be compared to her because of his looks, this woman he never got to know, this woman who has almost never truly been in his life. he doesn't want to be compared to her.

what a mess.

i wanted to explore that frayed relationship a bit in Rebel Killer, but there was no real time, so i just kinda hinted at things being kinda awkward with them. but you know i'm kind of enamored with how awkward, unpleasant, and strange it'd be between them despite their best efforts bcs of the fic i was planning about Nahyuta and Amara when Yuty was a kid. i'll get back to that eventually, but i do wanna show what their dynamic is like post-SOJ eventually too, because i imagine it's very weird and hard for them to make sense of. they're trying, but they just can't understand each other quite yet.

#psy's no punctuation posts #aa tag #headcanons tag #they both have to talk about their -trying not to gag- ...feelings #and i feel like both of them would struggle to understand and verbalize how they're feeling and why this isn't working #Amara has gone through a lot of trauma and has lived a really weird imprisoned life for over HALF OF HER LIFE #and Nahyuta is also deeply traumatized and suffering from a whole slew of mental illnesses and gets so wrapped up in his own #world that i think things get lost #one day they may be able to make sense of it. i want them to bond and be ok. it may always be kind of awkward #but they'll try to understand each other best they can

[forabeatofadrum]

Hello, hello, hello and happy Sunday. Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @confused-bi-queer, @bookish-bogwitch, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @coffeegleek for the tags.

Today, posting period for the Klaine Back-to-School challenge has started, but I am still stuck on the ending. Am I the only one who, like, tries to daydream fic scenario's first, just to see how it goes? The daydream unfortunately ends at Blaine taking Kurt to meet [REDACTED]. What happens next??? TELL ME, DREAMS!!

As the banner suggests, I am still finding my feet in this new podcast world. I figuratively threw out my old recordings and I rerecorded everything as a .wav file in an app recommended by @cutestkilla. I am going for the "keep your fuck ups in the recording and edit them out later" approach, since that does sound easier. @thnxforknowingme did offer to help with Audacity if I need it. And I will need it. I spent a long, long time getting these 25 seconds for this post:

(Oh, and yeah, I did claim the other fic. I am on a roll.)

Right, getting that little audio snippet was hell because I even had troubles with using the copy and paste options and then I had troubles saving it as a file. It also cut off a small part, cause the audio is supposed to end with "blooper reel or whatever", but that's mainly because I had to edit this... without sound on. Apparently Audacity doesn't like earphones and it just plays from my laptop speakers which is not fun in public, so I had to time it from the full audio and hope for the best. Well, it almost worked.

This will be a learning curve, or whatever it's called. But I said it before: I like how welcoming @caught-on-tape-fest is, because it is open to people with all sorts of experiences with podfics. I mean, I have none. Same with editing. I can make it as easy and comfortable as I want it to be. I see people in the Podfic thread talk about things that mean nothing to me, but I don't feel any pressure to do any editing magic. Well, I do want to add a kitten meowing to one of the files, but all the stuff about isolating sound or reverbing stuff or whatever (idek if I use the right terms here) or editing out certain sounds.... that is next level for me now, but yeah, it's great that I don't feel any pressure to do those things and that's an easy way to get into the podficcing world.

Although, while editing the file to get that snippet, I found out that there is a weird disruptive background noise in the later half of the file and I do not know what it is or how it got there, because my other files don't have it and I recorded the three fics in one go. Weird. Might redo it, if I don't figure out how to fix it. It was around 500 words, after all.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen ​ @cutestkilla ​ @nausikaaa ​/@wellbelesbian ​ @artsyunderstudy ​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather

#also it is my first birthday but i don't celebrate that one #in fact we celebrated my gran's today #she died a year ago but we decided to still come together to celebrate #six sentence sunday #tagged in

[andypantsx3]

Andy..do you have any tips on writing such long pieces, and as well planning for them ??

Omg I'm so thrilled you think my fics are long lol. It's my dream to one day hit like, novel length fics, but we're still a little ways away!!

That being said I do think there are some specific considerations that go into planning a multi-chapter fic!!

I think the first thing is to gauge where you're at in terms of motivation & interest. One of my biggest sticking points with multi-chapter fics, and also the reason I have not written anything longer than like 40k at this point, is that I lose focus/motivation the longer I work on something!! Try to have an honest conversation with yourself about how much interest you have in a particular fic idea, and where you think you are in terms of like, general motivation to keep working on that idea. For me, some ideas will be like, only 4 chapters worth of interest & motivation, while some will be 9.

Once you have that, use that to shape the level of detail or complexity of the plot you're going to include. If you're only going to work through a short number of chapters you can't have an overly complex plot and huge cast of characters, etc. Maybe limit your plot to just one or two story lines, like the central conflict and the romance. On the opposite side, if you truly believe you have motivation for a huge fic, scrounge around for extra C & D plots you can include to keep the fic moving!

In actually sitting down and planning a fic, I think others would have better advice for you! And I think this is also somewhat of an area where you have to try and see what works for your personal style, but I will give you the general tips that work for me!!

Choose a central conflict. This doesn't have to be anything intense (like for fingerprints it was just Reader coming to terms with the nature of Shouto's feelings for her, but for you're the one that i haunt it's that Bakugou becomes a ghost only Reader can see). But if you're going to write anything at length you will need some general conflict to keep it moving and tie everything together, otherwise it meanders.

Figure out how that conflict progresses from beginning to middle to end. For you're the one that i haunt, I outlined it as 1) Reader sees Bakugou and establishes that yes he really is there, 2) Reader and Bakugou team up to investigate why he's a ghost and how to fix it, and 3) Reader and Bakugou decide how they want to fix it (shoving ghost Bakugou through real Bakugou's body) and follow up on that plan. From this point you can sort of figure out what the key scenes will be for your fic, as well as how well some scenes you already had in mind may fit/not fit this fic.

Establish characterization. Think on how your Reader and their love interest are going to engage with the conflict progression. Is Reader smart or oblivious, and how will that shape how they respond in the scenes you are writing? Similarly, what is the canon character love interest like in canon? How does that mean they would respond to the events of your fic? This will give you a general idea of the actions and shape of the dialogue you will need to include in each scene. And it will also help you by keeping your characters somewhat consistent!!

Don't plan too much. Sometimes if you outline a fic too intensely it can feel like you have already written it and you end up losing the motivation to keep going on it! At least for me I like to outline the general events and characters' attitudes, but leave the specifics and the detail up to future Andie to decide as she's writing, so it still feels like I'm getting to explore and daydream as I go lol.

Anyway that is the general advice I have for you, although if you think of any more specific questions I'm happy to answer!!

Happy writing, sending you all my best vibes!!

#ask andie

[kimium]

Earlier this week I made a personal post about how I'd love to talk about my KHR (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) fics. So, here I am, making the post. I have a sizable collection of 10051 fics (24 works plus some snippets) meaning I have plenty to discuss! There isn't a formula behind these rambles, but maybe my ramblings can either stir interest to check out the anime/manga OR my fics.

(Note: 10051 is the ship name to Byakuran/Shouichi. KHR ships are simplified into numbers based on the kanji in the character's names. Example: The "Bya" in Byakuran can mean "100". "Shou" can be read as "5" and "Ichi" can be read as "1". Thus, 10051 is their ship name.)

Let's Start! This is long, so it's under a Read More Cut!

My Ramblings about my 10051 fics (In no particular order)

The Only One I Want

My first 10051 fic! I remember the time I wrote this I was into NBC Hannibal. That influence shines through as I explicitly wrote Byakuran killing someone and displaying the body to Shouichi in a manner that would make Hannibal proud. Truly a horrific sight. Even though this is my first 10051 fic, it holds a special place in my heart.

Would I ever redo the fic? Not directly, but I'd have no issue taking the core idea (Byakuran's jealousy causing him to murder someone for "getting too close to Shouichi") and reworking it.

Flawed Logic (It's True Because You Want It to be True)

I think this fic is where I truly hammered down 1) my interpretation of Byakuran's perspective on Shouichi and 2) Shouichi's perspective on Byakuran. A fixed point is the perfect way to describe Byakuran's perspective!

I also loved writing Shouichi hiding from Byakuran. If someone were to ask my opinion on the "bad" timelines and how Shouichi is living in them I'd point to this fic.

Personal Server

Honestly the entire time I wrote this fic I had a very specific restaurant in mind. Sadly, it doesn't exist anymore, but the vibe and atmosphere of the restaurant remains in my heart and has seeped a little bit into this fic. Though, to be honest, I'd love to redo this fic's idea. While I like the direction it went, it didn't quite hit some of the ideas floating in my brain. Perhaps, in the future I will take the core idea of this story and write another fic.

Monochrome and Lavender

Many times when asked "what is your favourite fic" I dart around the question with "I like all my fics". While that's not a lie (I think all my stories have their own merits or reveal my thought/head space at the time of writing) this fic is by far my favourite KHR fic.

Where do I even start? Magical curses are a trope Right Up my Alley ever since I was twelve and picked up volume 4 of CLAMP's Tsubasa. (I read the first four volumes out of order!) Next, the visual representation of Byakuran's obsession?? Shouichi truly cannot escape reality this time. In other fics he has the luxury of lying to himself. How can he lie here where his vision is black and white except for Byakuran's signature shade of purple? What about the idea of "love is blind" only Byakuran's love is blinding Shouichi? Just... the symbolism is endless.

The Unspoken "K" Word in the Room

My favourite part about this fic is how something horrible has happened (Shouichi being kidnapped by Byakuran) but the entire situation is treated as a "mild" inconvenience. There is humour yet underneath the humour is rotting, festering horror and terror as Shouichi is powerless to stop Byakuran. Easily one of my favourite dynamics between them.

An Unofficial Prize (The Last Extra Hours Spent Together)

At the time of writing this story I think this idea had been swirling in my brain for two full years. I am (still) obsessed over this fic's premise. Byakuran adding Shouichi as a "prize" to Choice? How could that idea not send shivers down my spine? Make my heart thump and beat rapidly? Send me daydreaming about the idea consistently? It's too perfect. There is a high chance I'd rewrite this story or the core idea again.

Though the only snag in this fic was my worrying I was writing "too close to canon" at certain moments. Whenever I diverge from a specific canon point I always bog myself down with "accuracy". I had to rewatch some KHR to get the lines and beats of the scene perfect.

Grounding the Sun

Another story I had circulating in my brain for years! I always wanted to write a story as Spanner! I love him so much and what's a better story than Spanner witnessing Byakuran and Shouichi's relationship as an outsider?? I remember this fic taking so much out of me though! It was a challenge but in the end I think I wrote a fun fic!

Can I help you?

TIME LOOP. TIME LOOP! Need I say more? This was another story I had circulating in my brain for years! Mostly because I wanted to write Byakuran with a more "supernatural" vibe. Also, the tone of this fic is easily my favourite out of all my KHR ones. I am always here for an unsettling tone... and a time loop. Big sucker for those.

You're Welcome, Byakuran

I love this fic because it's the result of an elaborate inside joke with @someobscurereference where it all started with "Okay but what if Kikyo runs a Beauty YouTube Channel in the good timeline?" The humour that comes out of it! Priceless.

The Blue Bottle (Warming Up in Snippets)

Probably one of my lesser known stories, this fic is Ch. 11 of my first Warming Up in Snippets collection. My favourite part of the fic was how I wrote it in present tense rather than past tense. I also adore the idea of Shouichi willingly keeping himself ignorant and Byakuran facilitating the poor decision.

Delivery

Once more a fic with a story that had been circulating in my brain for years. (I'm not joking when I say I am thinking of KHR fics all the time.) Anyways, there is something so compelling to me about writing Shouichi who just... goes to Byakuran of his own volition. No running or hiding, which as I said earlier, is my default "Shouichi" mode when dealing with Byakuran. This idea was so compelling I wrote it again in my newest story Total Percentage: 4%.

The Envelope

Mark my words: I will one day write a completely unhinged Shouichi who has fully given up on escaping Byakuran. I will write him in a dark head space where he decides "If I cannot escape Byakuran I will use his obsession and have him kill bad people. I will bat my eyelashes at him and tell him someone made me feel awful and without fail Byakuran will kill them. No questions asked."

Anyways, this fic was a slight dip into exploring that angle for a fic. This one softly dips its toes into the water and I love it.

And that's all I have to say! Was there a KHR fic I missed talking about that you want me to comment on? Feel free to send an ask and I'll gladly talk about it! I will be more than delighted to do so!

#personal #writing #khr #10051 #my fics #just my thoughts #i hope you like this deep dive into my khr fics!

[rukia-writes]

I don’t know if you would be interested in doing this but, could you do “Hercules rescues a damsel in distress” story? Rescuing, loving, sexing (XD) the whole package please.

FYI I don’t know if sexing is a word, but my phone hasn’t corrected yet XD

Hercules x (fem) reader

Another win for Hercules lovers, we love to see it♥️ sexing is the word 💋 we also won’t talk how many times I had to remix this 😭🤣

Plot: based off the fairytale “Allerleirauh” also known as “All-Kinds-of-Fur”

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, slight timeline alt, Death, Romance 💝, Violence, sex, mentions of oral sex, A VERY LONG FIC.

“Hercules! Hermes! Come check this out!”

In a quiet forest outside of mount olympus Ares and his brothers were out hunting, rather Ares and Hercules were hunting while Hermes was simply observing nature finding the birds to be rather happy.

However, when they heard Ares call out for them in a panic Hercules rushed over while Hermes walked over to his brother calmly asking what was going on. Ares informed his brothers while pointing to a tree that had rather large hole and that inside some unknown animal.

Hercules was curious and offered to go check it out, Hermes and Ares watched with curiosity as the hero crouched down and looked inside the tree. Calmly speaking to the animal that he wasn’t going to hurt it, that’s when he noticed the animal had several different kinds of fur.

Hercules was known to hunt and he knew most of the animals fur but what he was confused was what animal had every animal fur as a coat. Hercules didn’t have to wait long as the animal talked saying “Leave me alone! I’m not animal!”

“It’s not an animal!”

“That’s interesting.”

Hermes was really interested now as he walked over to Hercules who was calmly and sweetly talking to the mysterious person. Repeatedly saying that he wouldn’t hurt them and that he was friendly. Hermes noticed that the person had a bag in their arms and added in that they wouldn’t harm their possessions as well.

However, the person only came out when they heard the god named Hercules when he “Please, come out. We just want to be your friend.” The smile he gave was one that made the person decided to come out and when they did the three gods noticed it was woman wearing a heavy coat of many animal fur.

Hercules could tell she was scared and freightned by the way she was shaking and his heart felt like it was being torn, and so Hercules Introduced himself and Hermes and Ares followed suit. When Hercules asked for her name the young woman said she had no name, however that wasn’t the truth and yet the three gods kindly invited her to Zeus’ palace.

As a way of showing thanks she worked in the kitchen while wearing the heavy animal coat, the head chef told she had to take it off in case fur landed in the food. But Hermes told the chef she could keep it on so long as any fur didn’t get into the food as he was certain most gods wouldn’t notice especially Zeus.

Hermes gave her the room above the kitchens and told her she was allowed to stay as long as she wanted, to which she was thankful. From that day on, since she wore her animal fur coat everyday everyone called her “fur coat girl”.

As the days went on, the chefs noticed a certain god visiting more than normal. Hercules stopped by every day and the same time to check in on his new friend, and to also get a quick bite to eat as well. Hercules wanted to know her name more than anything but just seeing her smile and hearing her laugh made his day. Sometimes he would notice that it looked like she had been crying but with the hood of the coat he couldn’t tell for certain.

One day, Hercules was simply passing by in the courtyard when he heard singing. Singing that was so beautiful that he saw a group of men sighing in a daydream like manner while Hermes and Ares were also there listening. Looking up, Hercules noticed it was the “Fur coat girl” singing while fixing a bird’s broken wing in the window.

“What are you guys doing?“

“That’s so beautiful.”

Hermes was moved by the singing and sniffled a bit while Ares covered his pretending not to cry himself. Hercules didn’t know what to make of his brothers but he certainly enjoyed (Name)’s singing, the bird would chirp as well a sign that he was already feeling better. It was the sweetest sight Hercules had ever seen.

The next morning, Hercules dropped off a huge bag of bird seed at the “Fur coat girl”’s door, saying that he heard her sing and saw her take care of the bird. So, he decided to help by getting the bird food. Touched, Hercules heard her say thank you and even caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips and once the bird chirped being delighted at the bird food a small chuckle left the young woman making Hercules smile as well.

Hercules was delighted when he heard his newfound friend ask about his tattoo, and with great pleasure he told her about his twelve labors both her and the bird. With every passing labor that Hercules told she became more happy and hopeful. Asking questions and of course telling the hero to tell her more about his adventures of which Hercules was more than happy to do, even until the late hour.

That night, the young woman went to bed with a cheerful heart as she thought about Hercules and his adventures.

Heroic. Strong. Kind.

As the young woman went to sleep it was one of the most peaceful sleep she had ever experienced until her dreams cruelly reminded her of why she was in the predicament.

Three dresses.

A princess had just received three dresses from her father and mother, one as golden as the sun, one as silver as the moon, and one as dazzling as the stars. It was a gift for her birthday and the princess found the dresses to be quite beautiful and loved all three.

The queen had decided to hold a three day party for her daughter and wanted everyone to show their support. The princess thought it was it was great idea and looked forward to the party with her family.

Fate had a different plan.

Waking up, the young woman wiped the tears from eyes and face as the bird chirped in her window worried about her. Taking a deep breath the young woman gently petted the bird and check how the wound was doing to take her mind of the nightmare.

That evening, while making dinner in the kitchen the young woman heard that there was to be a dance held by Aphrodite herself. The kitchen maid’s quoted the Aphrodite saying “it was long overdue and that everyone was invited.” In truth, the young woman had no intention of going until she over heard an interesting conversation in the courtyard.

“You’re going, Hercules.”

“I’d rather not, they are so boring.”

Hiding behind the pillar the young woman in the fur coat listened on the brothers conversations even though it was she knew it was considered rude.

“Boring?! But they can be fun, if you would learn how to dance-“

“I know how to dance.”

“Please, you have two left feet.”

Ares teased as he snickered while Hercules blushed knowing Ares was right, the hero was an awful dancer. Hercules trained for battle not dancing and he wasn’t about to let all of Valhalla know. Smiling at the information she heard the young woman decided to go to her room but not before Ares called her.

“Hey! Fur coat girl! Are you going to the dance?!”

Hercules didn’t notice the “Fur coat girl” until Ares called her and when he turned around to see her he smiled as she waved “Hello” to the both of them.

“Yes, I think I will go.”

“That awesome! I’ll see you there.”

Ares looked at Hercules in disbelief as Hercules completely changed his mind at hearing “Fur coat girl” going to the dance. Ares knew the two were friends and maybe that’s all it was as the two watched “Fur coat girl” leave for her room.

“What was that about?”

“I’m going to the dance what does it look like?”

On the day of the dance, every god and goddess was there to celebrate. Feasting and dancing seemed to be the custom and everyone was having a great time. Hercules, on the other hand wasn’t so far as he waited for the supposed “Fur coat girl” to arrive.

Ares, almost snickered at Hercules heavy sighs. Ares, tried to tell Hercules that she wouldn’t come as he was told by Hermes that it was possible she would have to be in the kitchen. Hercules, still believed that she would show up as he knew she would keep her word.

If she didn’t arrive soon he would just visit the kitchen to see.

That wouldn’t be necessary as both him and Ares and every god and goddess there saw a beautiful goddess wearing a beautiful dress made of gold. Everyone was so awestruck by her beauty that everyone heard Buddha shout “She’s hot!”

Shy as ever, the goddess asked people if they had seen Hercules and eventually she found him. Rather, Hercules found her as he wanted to know who she was with Ares of course following close behind. Both blushing a bit from how beautiful she was, smiling the goddess asked for a dance. Hercules stuttered a bit as he knew he couldn’t dance but he wanted to dance with this beautiful woman.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how.”

The goddess took Hercules hand and the two began to dance while the gods became envious at the couple. Hermes on the other hand found it beautiful as the two seemed kind in heart, as Hercules would apologize when he stepped on the goddess’s feet and yet she didn’t mind as she told him that he was learning.

Hermes knew she had to have a kind heart to deal with that.

As the night went on, the two seemed inseparable as they had nothing short of fun. From dancing to playing games, it was a fun night until the last dance. Hercules meant no harm but he wanted know her name and as they danced together he kindly asked what it was. But when she told Hercules that she didn’t have a name, a pout came to the hero’s lips as he knew she was lying as he couldn’t hold his gaze.

“Please, tell me your name. I’ll treasure it always.”

When the goddess knew Hercules wasn’t going to relent it reminded her of a brutual time and she kindly escaped his grasp and took off in the night. Hercules did his best to run after her but she escaped the hero making the mentally scold himself as he told himself he shouldn’t have asked if she was going to run away as he meant no harm.

“What do you mean she escaped you?!”

At the end of the dance, Zeus scolded Hercules himself as the hero pouted at being out run by a goddess.

“Hermes?! Did you see anything?”

“No, she left quite abruptly.”

“Let’s have another dance!”

“That wouldn’t be wise, she’s probably upset.”

Hermes added in, Zeus continued to complain about how a goddess was able to get away from his son while Hercules sighed while looking out the window wondering if he would ever see her again.

That night, a horrifying nightmare had entered a certain goddess’ dream.

The same day the princess received the dresses from her parents, a blood thirsting giant made it known that he wanted the princess as a bride. The princess refused the giant and the next day paid a cruel and unjust price for it as the giant and his army of Jotnar destroyed everything and everyone in the kingdom.

All, except for a princess who barely escaped carrying only a bag with her dresses while wearing the fur coat her father and mother gave her as the giant yelled in anger “You can’t escape from me, (Name)!” And “You are mine, (Name)!” As her kingdom was devoured by the jotnar army.

Waking up to the sound of someone knocking on her door, the young woman opened the door to see a worried Hercules.

“What’s wrong, Hercules-“

“I should be asking you that.”

Hercules just so happened to be passing by but when he heard a scream in horror he rushed over to “Fur coat Girl” room and knocked on the door being seconds away from breaking it down if she didn’t answer in time. A soft gaze came to Hercules when he saw the tears stream down her face and he gently brushed them away with the back of his hand making the young woman smile and reassured the hero that he was okay.

Hercules wanted to ask what made her cry but after last night he decided best to comfort her by helping her feed the injured bird. The two talked all day with “Fur coat girl” asking Hercules about the dance. Hercules didn’t mean to blush but his feelings gave it away as he mentioned that he had a fun time with this beautiful goddess that appeared in this golden dress. Smiling, “Fur coat girl” seemed to enjoy Hercules talking about the goddess.

“She was very beautiful and very kind. I believed I upset her though when I asked her name.”

Hercules sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced at the memory of upsetting her.

“I um…I don’t believe you upset her. Perhaps, it was something else.”

“Do you think so?”

Hercules asked his beloved friend in the animal fur coat to which she nodded her head making the hero smile, the now handsome hero gently grabbed her hand making her become bashful.

“Thank you, you’re very kind. By the way, why didn’t you show up to the dance? I honestly went to see you.”

The young woman in the animal fur coat became so bashful at hearing Hercules’ words, knowing that he went solely because of her made her heart skip a beat. The only thing she could speak was that she had forgotten to go, Hercules pouted but he understood.

“Say, why don’t we go have some fun?”

“Like what?”

“Do you want to go to Eden with me?”

Hercules couldn’t see her all her face because of wolf hood but he did see her bright smile and that made Hercules smile along with his heart. The two went to Eden having a great time, the guards were suspicious with “Fur coat girl” but with Hercules being there they didn’t raise any complaints. When Hercules heard his beloved friend ask if she would make him an apple pie would he eat it, Hercules responded that he would eat the whole thing. Hercules heard her say that she would make him one this week, the hero smiled and decided to tease.

“Just for me right? No one else?”

“…Yes, just for you.”

Hercules was a little taken back when he heard her tease back, but it was welcome as he smiled at her and responding with “keep to your word.” The two spend their day getting apples and visiting other places in Valhalla. As the days passed, the two became close and everyday seemed to be like an adventure to them.

Soon, Aphrodite wanted another dance and Zeus approved it immediately.

Once the dance started, like last time the gods and goddess celebrated the night away. Hercules went this time as well, only because he wanted to see his beloved “Fur coat girl.” Hercules wanted to escort her this time but she refused saying she would definitely be there this time, and of course the hero took her at her word.

While talking to Ares, Hercules felt someone tap on his shoulder. Looking behind him he saw her again, the goddess he believed to have offended. Awestruck by her beauty and dress that was as silver as the moon Hercules did his best to apologize first. But when he felt her grab his hand the hero became a bit bashful as his face had turned red.

“That’s okay, let’s dance again.”

The two danced together with the music just as everyone else, like last time Hercules wanted to ask her name but this time he wouldn’t ask instead he complimented her dress making the goddess turn bashful.

“I’m sorry, about last time. My name is (Name).”

Hercules smiled at hearing the goddess’ name, so much so he bear hugged her making become absolutely flustered, the handsome hero thanked her over and over again with a grin on his face. The sight made Ares spit out his drink from surprise while Hermes smiled interested in what the two were doing. This time the two talked a lot more than last time, the goddess found out that Hercules was here waiting for a beloved friend of his and couldn’t wait to see her.

“You must really like this young woman.”

“She’s very precious to me. She wears this fur coat all the time and I’ve noticed she cries sometimes. But she’s really kind, I want to dance with her too.”

Hercules heard the goddess chuckle which made him ask “What is so funny?” And to Hercules surprised he received a compliment from her saying, “You have very kind heart.” Before Hercules could say something Ares interrupted saying it was his turn to dance with the goddess. Hercules sighed and finally gave up his dancing partner and the two danced together much to the goddess delight as she wanted to dance with Ares as well.

Hercules went to the kitchen looking for his beloved friend and to his surprise the head chef said she had not arrived yet. While thinking where she could be Hercules hoped something didn’t happen to her and was just on his way to her room when Ares caught a hold of him. Ares apologized as he too felt like he offended the goddess as she ran away from him after asking if she had any mother and father.

Hercules knew Ares meant no harm but he was saddened as well at the news. But this didn’t last long as the two caught a glimpse of a familiar fur coat.

“There you are, I was wondering when you would show up.”

Hercules noticed his beloved friend crying and wiping the tears from her eyes, the hero hated seeing her like this and wrapped her his arms around her whispering in her ear that everything was going to be okay and once he heard her cries had stopped he faced her again.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay now.”

Nodding her head Hercules smiled and told her there was still time for a dance. Hercules was expecting a quick answer but instead he heard her say “That she wasn’t dressed properly.” Hercules responded that she looked fine as she was and that he would be happy to dance with her.

Ares watched “Fur coat girl” go from being sad to a delightful smile, like clock work. Ares didn’t know when Hercules got silver tongue but he found the two dancing the night away regardless of what people said to be truly romantic.

Months passed again and all seemed to be going well. Until a rumor was being spread about a particular god of fortitude.

“Singing to himself?”

“Yes, Hercules has been singing to himself lately.”

“Is he any good?”

The chefs in the kitchen were in a good mood while talking about the latest gossip while making dinner for the gods, and of course “Fur coat girl” was listening to it all while sweeping the floors still wearing her fur coat. Thinking to herself that Hercules had been in a great mood lately, but singing to himself was a surprise.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but a source says he’s in love.”

“No way!”

The chefs became more interested and started talking more than cooking and of course the eavesdropper would listen more than sweeping.

“I mean, come on who else hums to the themself?”

“Who do you think the lucky girl is? That goddess that he danced with?”

“Of course, who else would it be?”

The chefs talked amongst themselves while a familiar young woman smiled at their talk and even one of the chefs suggested that it was her who Hercules loved, rather she imagined it to be so.

“Well, I’m not saying that it’s true. But Hercules and a familiar cup bearer have been getting pretty close.”

“Oh hush, Hercules is friendly with everyone.”

“No, no listen. They’ve been dancing together, I’ve seen it-“

“Keep talking.”

The chefs crowded around another chef who had his money on another goddess, a chef heard a broom drop and saw it laying on the floor. Shrugging his shoulders the chef went back to talking with his fellow workers. Walking down the hall a rather nervous and confused person had a million thoughts go thru her mind until she unknowingly came to a room where Ares and Hermes were talking and once again she eavesdropped.

“I’m telling you he’s sick! We need to take him a doctor.”

“He’s not sick, he’s in love. The humming. the dancing. The signs are quite obvious.”

“Oh, well do you think it’s that goddess?”

“Most likely, Hercules has been wanting to know how to dance since they danced the first.”

“But he hasn’t talked about her that much, he’s talked more about “Fur coat girl” than anything.”

“Yes, that certainly seems to be the case.”

The two brothers were talking to each other Ares was drinking his tea while Hermes was writing music, thinking to herself maybe she thought wrong the young woman in the fur coat was about to leave.

“Do you think it’s Hebe, the two dance all the time.”

Hermes didn’t answer his brother and simply shrugged his shoulders with a smile, after all he really didn’t know. Maybe if it was Ares himself but Hercules got along with everyone in Valhalla. Hearing enough the young woman was about to leave but had crashed right into somebody’s chest. Quickly looking up it was Hercules himself and of course he was worried about his beloved friend when he saw the tears, before he could say anything the young woman in the fur coat abruptly left especially when she saw the beautiful goddess right beside Hercules with a friendly smile.

Hercules was going to follow her but decided to let her go as he figured she was upset about something and needed space. However, when he went to check on her that night she wasn’t in her room and her bag was gone. Hercules wanted to keep a cool head but his heart and head was at war with each other. It was possible that she had decided to move elsewhere and she wasn’t obligated to tell him but his heart said otherwise. Of course, the most righteous god in Valhalla decided to look for her and wouldn’t rest until he found her.

Before either knew it, they were lost in the woods outside mount Olympus. The young woman in the fur coat believed she may have over reacted and wanted to go back but the thought of a certain god being with someone else kept her in the forest.

“Ah, there she is!”

Slowly turning her head the woman in the fur coat looked up and there were two giants with clubs smiling down on her. Due to her sorrow, the young woman didn’t notice that she was in danger. The giants rushed after as they called for their leader that had wanted her so badly, and before long the giant had caught up with them along with his army of giants. Surrounded and with no where to go the giant grabbed her with ease.

“I told you, you couldn’t hide from me. Hiding in this ridiculous coat.”

With ease the giant removed the animal fur coat while the other cheered for her to be devoured or to suffer a miserable death just like her family, friends and people.

“Come, marry me princess (Name). My love for you is boundless.”

“You murdered my my family and friends you monster!”

“Why, they were in the way. Now we can be together or I’ll devour you.”

The giants cheered for her to be devour and through her and tears she refused the psychotic giants “offer”. Yelling over and over how stupid she was and proclaiming his love only to be met with the same answer over and over again the giant opened his mouth ready to devour the princess whole.

Resigning to her fate as the giant released his hold on her as she fell closed inside the giants mouth, the princess wished she could’ve seen her love one last time.

The once quiet forest echoed a lions roar as several trees were torn from their roots and several giant had their skulls bashed in and their leader’s face had been knocked clean off. Eyes closed the princess was too scared to open them until a familiar voice told her “Everything was going to be okay.”

A voice she knew all too well and opening her eyes she did indeed she the man she had grown to love.

“Hercules! You’re here!”

Before Hercules could respond back the other giants had already started to make their way over ready to attack, gently placing the princess on the ground Hercules told her that he would end this right away and of course the princess believed him as she had just witnessed the power of her hero and so she whispered “good luck”.

Hercules smiled at the goddess and gently wiped her tears away.

“Don’t worry, (Name) I’ll get us back home.”

Hercules had an air of confidence and pride before he fought of the remaining giants by himself as (Name) wished she could stop crying. The word home is what broke her as she wanted a new home, Hercules confirming what she always wanted made the princess fall even more love with him and the fact she heard her name come from his lips sealed it for her.

The sun was still high when Hercules finished the giants by himself, panting while making sure all the giants were dead and they all were in fact dead. Hearing his name Hercules looked back to see the goddess run towards him with a smile, a smile he wanted to protect forever.

The princess thanked her hero over and over with a sweet smile on her face, as she did so Hercules gently picked her up and carried in arms and that seemed to make her quiet as she became flustered. Hercules asked her what was wrong and of course (Name) responded with nothing but thanks.

“Ah, your fur coat! Hold on! I’ll find it for you!”

“Hm? Oh that’s okay. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Are you sure?! I’ll find it for you, I don’t mind.”

Hercules offered to find (Name)’s fur coat but she decided it was best to leave it behind and perhaps get another coat of her own. Hercules didn’t object but he did have another question he wanted to ask.

“Okay then, but why did you leave? Did someone upset you?”

“Oh, that. I must’ve had a tantrum about you having another dance partner. Silly of me, honestly.”

“That’s why you’re upset?! I only learned how to dance because of you. I don’t want to keep stepping on your toes.”

Hercules honestly responded back to the woman in his arms, making her become flustered at his honesty and how she really did feel a bit silly now. Even though she told Hercules she didnt mind Hercules still insisted he learn and on the way back to Olympus the two agreed to become each other’s dancing partners.

“I’m going to be sick! Ah! My heart!”

Zeus was in awful mood the next when he found out Hercules had killed giants without him, slouching in his chair while grabbing his chest making Hercules wonder if Zeus was okay mentally. Hermes chuckled and told Hercules that he was like this all the time and he would be fine in a few days. Zeus did ask what she looked like to which Hermes responded with “Well, we haven’t made any progress in the kitchen today. Everyone keeps fawning over her beauty and grace and nothing is getting done.” Leaving Hercules left while saying, “…I’m just going to go check on her and to get a bite to eat.”

Zeus was too busy complaining to notice but Hermes was well aware why Hercules left so quickly and smiled in a knowing manner. Days later, Zeus tasked Hercules with to helping out Troy. Apparently, the city was in a crisis and Zeus felt like sending Hercules. Before Hercules left for Troy he promised (Name) that he would be back soon and gave her the tightest bear hug she ever received. Yet, it was certainly welcome as the princess smiled and told Hercules to be careful.

While (Name) wasn’t expecting Hercules to be gone for so long, a few months, she was certain he would be back soon as she continued to live a life of her own and making friends along the way. Particularly, in Eden as she met three angels, Samael, Azazel and Lucifer. All three were kind and amusing and (Name) liked their company. So when, Hercules returned and didn’t see her on mount olympus he worried a bit only to be comforted by Ares that (Name) was out with friends and return shortly. So, the two decided to talk and catch up on what they had been doing recently.

When (Name) returned she was greeted with another bear hug from Hercules, as the two greeted each other Ares told the two to sit down so they could all catch up. Ares, wasn’t aware but as Hercules told of his adventures in Troy, rescuing princess Hesione, it seemed like this information didn’t go over too well with (name). Not that she wished any harm on the princess but the thought of Hercules being sweet and kind to another princess gave her heart a little envy. Same could be said once (Name) told everyone about how her and how she had been getting along with three angels, a certain handsome angel at that.

Ares added that part in innocently as he had seen him and his friends at the palace many times.

Well, any friend of (Name)’s was a friend of Hercules and so Hercules wanted to get to know these angels. Maybe they could be friends as well, and when Hercules was introduced to the three angels he wasn’t expecting them to be fans and that made the Greek god happy. Yes, Hercules could admit that the one named Lucifer was handsome but he was also kind and that made Hercules like the angel as well and so they all became friends.

Just in time, In honor of Zeus, Valhalla had a tournament of games for the supreme god. Hercules and Ares decided to participate with many other gods and goddesses, of course many gods from different pantheons participated. (Name) was happy being on the sideline, however Aphrodite wanted (Name) to be her banner girl for her beauty salon and asked the princess personally. When Aphrodite was rejected by the princess she had resort to her second plan.

“Oh my, I respect your decision. Here I thought, Hercules needed some cheering up after being thru so much recently. The outfit Is so cute and I’m sure he would love to see you in it. No matter, I’ll just ask-“

“I’ll wear it!”

Aphrodite noticed (Name) was now happy and decided to be Aphrodite’s banner girl much to the goddess’ joy as she personally escorted the princess to the dressing room. The first game would be archery competition and Hercules seemed pretty he would be top ten. Apollo or Artemis would most likely be first place but he still wanted to try his best.

While talking with Ares, Hercules didn’t notice the announcement until Apollo casually said “That’s fur coat girl? I’m going to say hello”, Ares and Hercules looked inside the stadium to see (Name) and the other beautiful banner girls showing off their respective sweepstake banners, the outfits were nothing short of sexy with the boots, mini skirts and show thru tops covered by black bra.

Ares and Hercules were both a blushing mess, Hercules more so than Ares. Ares cleared his throat and shook his head as to snap out of it while Hercules was still getting his view of his supposed friend as it took Ares punching him in the arm to snap him out of it. Hercules needed to concentrate on the competition but he couldn’t get the image out of his head and so he quickly snuck off to see her. When Hercules caught up with her the two seemed very flustered as they couldn’t hold eye contact with each other but Hercules did promise to do his best for her making her smile at him as she blew him a kiss for good luck.

That alone made Hercules want to be number one.

Watching from the sidelines (Name) watched Hercules compete with her friends, Lucifer and Samael were ecstatic about the competition while Azazel was eating while watching the competition asking what was the point of the game and (Name) was happy to answer all them. As the match progressed Apollo and Artemis had their work cut for them Hercules was getting bulls eye and getting his arrow thru the rings, all thirteen of them.

Zeus knew Hercules was a talented archer but this was new to him, and of course it was welcomed as it made the competition more exciting. The winner of the competition was to get a wish of whatever they wanted, second place was given a golden bow, third place was given a crown of summer roses that were white in color. The roses never wilted and had been a reward for many years and yet no wanted them when coming in third place finding the first place and second place gifts more appealing.

As the contest progressed and the challenges became harder, with only four candidates remaining. Apollo, Artemis, Ullr and Hercules were still in and all four seemed to be finding the challenges rather difficult. In truth, Hercules didn’t think he would get this far in the competition as he would usually make eighth or ninth place and by the end of the contest Hercules came in third place. The crowd applauded all the contestants as it was truly a spectacular performance, Zeus was pleased with the competition but became confused when Hercules agreed to take the summer roses.

No one wanted the roses ever and when Hercules happily took them everyone wanted to know what he planned to do with them. Apollo teased Hercules that he would wear them only to have Hercules respond with they deserved to be on a head more fitting and when he found (Name) in the crowd he placed them ontop of her head with a smile. Hercules didn’t mean to cause a scene but everyone was in shock that Greek god did such a thing, all the whispers made the princess turn quite bashful as the three angels watched with curiosity. Heimdall asked if this was a proposal because he wanted to announce it, while it wasn’t a marriage proposal Hercules told Heimdall that he crowned the princess of kindness and grace.

Heimdall did so as to hype the crowd which made them all cheer and erupt in a applause. Zeus thought it was a marriage proposal and wouldn’t be told otherwise. Aphrodite found the sight much more pleasing the archery contest as she told herself that was true love, and thinking maybe there should just be contest in order to get the rarest rose and confess their love. The idea made her smile and wanting to propose the idea to Zeus. The tournament carried on as usual however it seemed like Hercules crowning was causing a commotion on the ladies side as a group of women pleaded with Hermes to ask Zeus to have some sort of competition in the future, Hermes simply told them he would bring it up.

The crowned princess was bombarded with questions that she didn’t even know as she tried to watch the rest of the tournament, especially when she wanted to watch Hercules continue to participate. Whether it was archery or chariot racing Hercules always heard (Name)’s cheers and it made the Greek god perform at his best and by the end of day Hercules had taken home 3 wins, not counting the archery contest and of course Hercules received a kiss on the cheek from his princess of kindness and grace making his face turn as red as his hair with a bashful smile on his lips.

Later that night, in her room (Name) was happily putting away her precious rose crown. In truth, she didn’t know where to put it at first however she opted to put it with her dresses in her closet right with the dress she hadn’t worn yet which was the dress that shined as bright stardust. Thinking to herself it would make a beautiful outfit for a certain occasion, the idea alone made her become flustered.

However, once a knock was heard on her door she quickly closed her dresser and told the person to come in which was of course a rather red in the face Hercules with a rather cheerful smile. (Name) could already tell Hercules was already drinking alcohol before the that nights celebration, (Name) hoped Hercules wasn’t too intoxicated as he was rather large man and there was no she could him pick up.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“I was just putting away my rose crown in a safe place, I didn’t want it to get-“

“You’re so pretty (Name). Has no one told you? Let me tell you, you are pretty.”

The princess couldn’t finish her sentence as Hercules had squished her cheeks together stopping her from talking while gently moving her head from side to side, all the while with a little pout on his lips.

“And! You know what else! You’re so kind and caring! And you’re just really the whole package. I could just-“

Hercules started his famous bear hug squeezing her tightly making the princess head start to swim at how close he was to her face, even though he was intoxicated he was still handsome as ever.

“Have a seat, I’m sure you need to rest Hercules-“

“Yeah, let’s have seat! I have something I want to talk to you about.”

(Name) meant Hercules to sit on the chair beside the bed, however Hercules gently sat (Name) on the bed and he also did the same thing making the bed creak due to his muscles. (Name) could definitely feel her heart beating with a million thoughts running through her head.

“So, I was wondering and you can be honest with me..”

Now the beloved princess had to lean back slightly as Hercules leaned forward while twirling his hair and giving a little pout while looking away. If (Name) knew better she would say Hercules was a bit more loose than what he usually is.

“… Do you like Lucifer better than you do me? He’s really handsome and you’re really pretty I’m sure he likes you but I want to know if you like me better than him?”

Hercules slurred the words “really” while asking (Name) a off the wall question, the princess didn’t know whether to answer honestly or not. Thinking to herself would he even remember her answer, it didn’t matter as (Name) fumbled around for an answer Hercules was already taking off his shoulder guard and chest protector making the princess stutter over her words now.

Hercules was in a rather talkative mood.

“Well, Nevermind him. Have you ever kissed anyone? Not a cheek kiss but on the lips.”

Now (Name)’s mind had shut down as Hercules inched closer while asking his question, it took everything the princess had to say “No” while beyond flustered at this point.

“No? No one? Is there someone you want to kiss?”

Scooting closer to (Name) the Greek god became insanely close to her now, as their legs bumped against one another and of course now being face to face all the while Hercules had a sly smile on his face one (Name) had never seen before making her become a bit hot for the sweet god.

“Well, there is someone-“

“Tell me who, I won’t tell anyone..”

Hercules gently and easily pushed (Name) on the bed making lay on her back as the tall and musician god straddled her waist making her cover her mouth with her hands. It wasn’t over yet as Hercules was starting to take off his golden belt.

“Is it Lucifer? Maybe Samael?”

(Name) couldn’t speak as she was taken back by Hercules’ actions watching closely as he finally got the golden belt off and then leaning down close to the kind and graceful princess with a sly smile still.

“If it’s someone I know-“

“Hey! (Name) look what I found in the woods! It’s your coat!”

Most people like to enter through the door, Lucifer however came thru the window while holding (Name)’s famous fur coat with a victorious smile on his face that turned to shock at seeing his friends “about to make out”. Hercules blinked a few times as he couldn’t see who at the window due to the alcohol but he recognized his voice.

“Lucifer! Great to see you! You brought (Name)’s coat back, that’s awesome.”

Hercules was able to get off (Name) with ease and once at the window Hercules patted the top of Lucifer’s head, picked up him up in his arms, sat him down outside the room, wrapped the handsome angel up in (Name)’s coat, told the angel that he loved him and that they would see him tomorrow and then closed the door. (Name) had never seen such a sight in all her life, and when Hercules locked the door and turned the lights off she wandered what Hercules was thinking now.

“Time for bed, princess.”

“But there’s a party tonight-“

“I’m not going, I want to stay here with you and sleep.”

Truthful, Hercules crashed on (Name)’s bed and fell fast asleep. Smiling, the princess decided to also go to sleep. Thinking to herself it had been quite a day. In the morning, the two were cuddled up sleeping peacefully still with the princess’ head laying on Hercules toned chest, which was very comfortable, while the handsome hero had his hand on her waist. Even the morning sun peeking thru the window didn’t wake them, the only sound that awoke the two was the sound of Alectryon crowing. Groaning, Hercules buried his face on (Name)’s chest thinking to himself that the pillows were quite nice, smelled nice and that he wasn’t ready to get up.

“That crow is awfully loud.”

“…that’s a rooster.”

“Oh, right.”

After their sleep talk both opened their eyes and jumped up in surprise, Hercules face was a bright red knowing he had his face in between her boobs that he thought were pillows, while the princess thought the same thing with the heroes chest and once she heard Hercules apologize over and over again she did the same while being flustered. (Name) informed him that Hercules had been intoxicated last night and that he slept in her bed, Hercules felt his heart beat fast a loud and he asked did he do anything else and when he heard that “No, nothing else happened.” Hercules took a sigh of relief not knowing that the princess hadn’t told the whole story.

“If you’re still tired, you can sleep in my bed. If you want.”

Hercules was very surprised by (Name)’s offer, he welcomed the offer but he was surprised as he asked if she was sure and when she shook her “Yes” while patting the spot next to her. Hercules crawled back into bed with the princess and when she cuddled up next to him while rubbing her face on his chest, telling Hercules it had been awhile that she was able to sleep so peacefully since the tragic incident. Hercules responded back that he would he would be okay sleeping with in her bed if it helped her sleep, plus he liked sleeping in her bed it was really comfortable. After all he didn’t want the princess to have bad dreams and so the two slept until that afternoon.

As the days turned into months, the two became closer than ever before. Especially, when Hercules told (Name) she could move in to his room and of course (Name) took him up on his offer. Moving her clothes and stuff into the Greek gods room had certain people talking that maybe the two were courting each other while some, Ares, just thought it was two people sleeping with each other especially when Hercules told him (Name) was having better sleep when they were together. Finally, one night in particular Hercules awoke out of his sleep to see (Name) looking out the window. The moon was full and the night sky was beautiful, quietly calling out for (Name) she turned around and smiled at the handsome god.

Even though she didn’t say anything Hercules could tell something was wrong, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Asking if something was wrong Hercules, responding back that she was thinking of her parents and home. Venting about how she missed her parents, friends and home Hercules heard and listened to it all. Once she was finished Hercules gently grabbed her right hand, becoming even more flustered as the the two looked at each other in the eyes.

“Yes, that is sad about what happened to your family and I will always be here for you no matter what.”

“Thank you, Hercules.”

“Of course, and remember you have new home now.”

Hercules may not have been the most romantic with his words, but his words were true and they were the words the princess wanted to hear. A knight in shining armor, and his princess for evermore. The two shared a sweet kiss on the lips, a moment they would both treasure for the rest of their days. After the kiss both said “I love you” at the same making both chuckle at each other and that night both slept together soundly. As time passed, the two were married at the palace on June for good luck. (Name) chose the last dress her parents gave her as a wedding dress as it was just as beautiful, along with the crown of roses Hercules won for her.

In truth, (Name) wanted a small wedding but it wasn’t possible as everyone wanted to see Hercules and his beautiful bride and so Zeus sent out many invitation. When it came to gifts the Greek pantheon wouldn’t be outdone by any other. Zeus, Ares, Hermes, Poseidon, Aphrodite and Hades all gifted the couple and wished them a beautiful life together. Even the three angels all gave gifts for the kind couple and each received a kiss on their cheek for their kindness from the bride.

That night, Hercules was in a very good seeing as how he just married the love of his life and after taking a shower wrapping a towel around him he couldn’t wait to cuddle with his princess. The thought of him calling her his princess made him smile and blush at the same time as he wanted her to be with him for awhile, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud crash sound and it didn’t take long for the handsome god to spring into action as he entered the bedroom quickly checking out the scene….

The scene made Hercules heart beat fast as his whole face became red as his hair and of course his well endowed cock was at full attention wanting to be free of the towel at the beautiful sight of his wife wearing nothing but his nemean Lion skin with her bending over trying to pick up his club but it seemed like it was too heavy for her to pick up as she muttered to herself, “Is this thing really heavy? Or am I just weak?”

“That suits you well, love.”

Hercules spoke up getting (Name)‘s attention making her turn bashful as she wasn’t ready yet, wanting the club to match but since she couldn’t pick it up she had to improvise. As she she stood up and turned towards him showing sweet and amazing body to the righteous god.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to use the club as well but I don’t think I can pick it up-“

Hercules didn’t need to hear anymore as he picked up his wife and tossed her over his shoulder telling her he would make her one so that she can use it next time. Then placing her down gently on the bed Hercules asked if she was ready for what was take place and when nodded her head in agreement the two began to consummate their marriage as they kissed, teased, licked each other and as Hercules laid on his back with his beloved wife ontop he slowly entered her wet cunt and even though he had only put the tip inside he was already moaning anticipating how good he knew she would feel..

“Wait!”

(Name) pinched Hercules cheeks making him wince in pain at having face pinched and when he looked at (Name) who had a serious look on her face, which still turned Hercules on and made him move his hips as he wanted to keep going not stop as his only had the tip of his cock in so far.

“What’s wrong?”

“Before we continue you have to promise me something.”

Stopping her pinching she began to pout which Hercules found to be cute, responding back with “tell me what it is.” As his hold on her hips tightened.

“You have to promise me that you won’t let anybody wear your lion skin, only me.”

It was his wife’s first demand and Hercules promised to honor it without even thinking. Responding with “I promise, you have my word.” Finding Hercules’ words to be true she told Hercules he could continue and he didn’t need to be told twice as he fully entered his cock inside (Name)’s virgin cunt both moaning a loud at the same time. (Name) felt like she was being ripped apart while Hercules felt like he was in a world of his own as he had already started moving his upwards making his wife moan without any control of her own and as the night progressed Hercules released all the love he had for in her sweet cunt over and over again.

With of course, his favorite position being (Name) laying down on her back with her arms criss crossed as he held them with his hands while getting a sweet view of her breasts while still wearing his nemean lion skin. Yes, Hercules told himself he would remember that position for the rest of his life as he watched her moan and cum on his cock as he fucked her to his heart’s content, watching her breasts move with his animalistic thrusts didn’t help either. Letting the words, “You’re such a good girl.” And “You’re so sweet.” And of course, “You’re my sweet princess.” Slip from his lips with the last words being “I’ll love you always.” As he drained all the cum from his cock inside (Name)’s cunt.

It was night neither would forget.

As the days turned into months, the two were known in Valhalla as the “sweet love birds”. Sometimes, when Buddha caught hold of the two he offered candy and the three would chat for awhile. Sometimes, Buddha would tease the two asking when the babies were coming but then turn around saying babies were a pain in the ass and that the two should take their time.

Hercules took Buddha’s advice until December.

Hercules took advantage of not having any missions and would cuddle with his wife while watching the snow fall in Valhalla. Of course there were days the two would just make love to each other. In the beginning (Name) didn’t believe it was possible for the honest and righteous god had a lustful bone in his body, that certainly wasn’t the case as she found Hercules was a very passionate lover.

Definitely an ass guy as he liked to grab a hold of her ass when they made love, and with those hands his (Name) moaned every time when he grabbed it. Of course, the princess grabbed a hold of his ass as well making him blush. Being playful, Hercules would wiggle his ass making the princess chuckle which was something he loved to hear. Whenever he was away on missions Aphrodite came to visit the now cheerful and in love wife just to teach her a few things in the bedroom.

“You have to keep Hercules on his toes, now let’s practice on blowjobs today.”

No matter how much Aphrodite visited and helped (Name) out, her bold comments always made her turn quite bashful. But in the end, when Hercules returned he was always amazed by his wife’s technique and if possible falling more In love with her. Especially, the blowjobs as he was always melted in her hands. Trying this position and that position the two were always a panting mess afterwards. Shower sex was also a thing as the two just couldn’t keep away from each other. Even a bit of role play was in order, with (Name) being the hero wearing Hercules’ lion skin with a club smaller and lighter club and Hercules being the one that needed “help” always ending with (Name) getting a nice reward.

“Let’s go again!”

“Again?! But that was the-“

Hercules cut off his wife by giving her a kiss and crawling on top of her with a smile.

“Now, now. I promised I would love you until morning and the sun is not up yet.. and besides I thought Aphrodite taught you some lessons.”

It seemed like (Name) fell right into her handsome husband’s hands as she shyly accepted, it was those sweet eyes of his.

Love and lust mixed well for the two as they were happy for the rest of their days, as they both found a new home in each other.

🍂Rukia-Writes🍂

#snv x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

[fluffiwrites]

If you’re taking requests, you should totally write an Omori fic 😭 There’s literally NO tk fics anywhere for the game and it hurts 😤

Request: Literally any character you want. It would be sun to see something with Kel, though (favorite character 💀)

omigosh ilysm for requesting this 😭 i daydream ALOT & I get most fic ideas from daydreaming, & I thought of a lee!kel idea because my boy doesn't get enough tiggles HE NEEDS THEM 💔 so this request is a true serendepity ^^ (btw he's also my fave hehehe)

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"Admit it!"

Lee!Kel Ler!Basil, Ler!Aubrey. Warnings: Tickling

This is RW Pre-Death ^^

OKI ENJOY

"Um- Hero? Do you know where Kel is? I need to ask him if he broke my camera..." Basil inquired.

"Oh your cameras broken? Don't worry! I'm sure Mari could fix it for you, right?" She nodded.

"Anyway, I think he's under the tree with the others!" Hero had a warm smile, as he turned back to Mari to finish baking their cookies.

Basil walked over to the tree Hero mentioned, & there he was with Aubrey & Sunny.

"Kel? Did you break my camera?" He asked.

"No.." (Lies)

"But why did i find a photo of you swinging around with it?" Basil interrogated.

"What...there's no photo.." The brunette had a very guilty look on his face.

"Then, what's this?" Basil pulled out the photo!

"That's-uh! Fabricated! Yeah! AUBREY DID IT!!!" He pointed to the young girl.

"WHAT?! I DID NOT, JERK!" she shouted, "Come on Basil let's get him!"

"Yeah!" The blonde laughed.

"AAAAAA SUNNY HELP ME!!!" Kel started to run as fast as he could as the others chased him.

Sunny ignored, claiming it was too "immature for him & carried on silently reading his book.

Being who he is, it was guaranteed Kel would fall at some point, & so he did, right in the middle of the field.

"….. need a minute..." Kel gasped, "God, you run fast..."

"Well we wouldn't have to chase you if you just gave up!"

"NEVER! UAHAHAHA!!!" He leaped up, "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME-ACK!" Aubrey caught him just before he got away.

"Time for your punishment!!!" She said with determination.

"What do you- Wait...nonoNONONO-"The boy burst out laughing before he could even finish his sentence.

He folded up like a chair as 20 fingers wiggled & squeezed all over his sides, "Nahahat fahahahir!!!

Thahat's cheheating!" He giggled.

"You lied to us!!!" Basil said.

"Maybe we'll stop if you tell the truth!" Aubrey added.

"IHI DIDNT BREHEAK IT I SWEHEAR!!!" He cackled & flinched at every poke the two sent to his stomach, the tingly feelings shooting across his body.

"WRONG!!!" They said in unison, "Gosh if only I knew you were this ticklish then, I would've definitely have won that play fight." Aubrey teased.

"SHUHUT UHUP- NAHAT THEHERE" Kel's obnoxious laughter raised an octave when Basil's hand snuck under his arm, he quickly shot them down & squeezed tightly.

"Ooh, look Aubrey! I think I found it!" He said innocently as Kel practically died of laughter.

"Good job! Take. THIS!" Kel flailed his arms about in a weak attempt of escape, & once Aubrey started to dig into the ticklish hollows, it was over.

It wasn't long before the boy's giddy laughter had silenced, so the two mischievous kids let up, &

Kel lay there in a messy pool of giggles.

"I gihive uhup...I didn't mehean to break it I swear!" He blabbed out.

"Oh, we're not mad. We just wanted to mess with you." Aubrey admitted casually.

Kel's mouth gaped.

"MARIII AUBREY & BASIL ARE BULLIESSS!!!" He yelled as he, once again, ran away, all the way to the house.

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Hehe I hope this was nice to read! ^^ But either way thanks for reading & have a lovely day, my loves! (@^v^@)/☆

#omori #omori tickles #tickle fic #tickle fluff #fluffiwrites #i need sleep #lee!kel #ler!basil #ler!aubrey

[practically-an-x-man]

How long have you had your OCs, and how much have they changed since they arrived?

Oooh, very good question!!

Let's see....

(long ramble coming up. you've been warned lol)

Preliminary warning that I get a little time blindness for nontangible things like when I first created my OCs, so I'm going more off when I started posting their stories than when they first started taking shape in my mind. I've probably had these guys a lot longer than the dates I put down here, since I tend to let the stories develop and marinate for a while before I start writing them.

Rae/Mira: Okay, technically these two started as one OC, originating back when I was 13 or so and first getting into the McAvoy timeline movies (I'd been watching the original movies since I was a kid but got into the new timeline a little later). Originally, they were one OC who was given the power of healing from Apocalypse, used as a fifth Horseman, and gained silver eyes/silver magic as a result. At that point, it was mainly just a daydream I had to 1. help occupy my mind when I was bored and 2. fix a few movieverse deaths that always bugged me, like Angel's. I split them into two OCs when I started actually writing fanfiction, late 2020 to early 2021, and obviously they've gone through loads of edits and changes to make them the unique, distinct OCs they are today.

Robin: I started posting Symphony in August of 2021, so I created Robin probably a month or so before that. I don't remember any particularly distinct changes, though I know I decided to make her a Cassidy about the same time I decided to make her powers sound-based, so those two fell in line together.

Madison: I started Smoke and Mirrors in May of 2021, but Madison's gone through a few changes leading up to that. Her earliest inklings as a character were just as a slightly-feral fish mutant the X-Men ran into while out on a mission (which is actually pretty similar to her actual introduction in the fic). I wasn't even sure if she'd be a better fit for Alex or Sean (ended up with Alex of course), and originally I had her needing to be in water to survive. Obviously that's changed, and she filled out as a character little by little before eventually becoming the Madison we've got today. Bravo was also a spur-of-the-moment addition, but we love him :D

Ophelia: Started thinking about her as an OC in January 2022, just after No Way Home came out, and didn't make many big changes before I started posting her story. Hers was more a sudden burst of creativity where all the pieces fell together (mainly since I wanted to get her story started before the NWH hype died down), so it was a lot faster of a character-building process. I realized about 7 chapters into Catch and Release that I was very much writing her to be autistic without really realizing it, and decided to lean into that as an aspect of her character going forward.

Jasper: Started Heartstrings in August of 2022, but I know I had Jasper as an OC for at least a year before I started writing that story. I knew I wanted them to be an empath from the beginning, mainly to help Kyle once he comes back from the dead, and I had the general storyline already in place, but the smaller details (their love of music, roller derby, even their genderfluidity) fell into place when I started actually putting the fic down on the page. I also didn't have a name for them for the longest time, it was just a big [redacted] of indecision until I actually started writing and needed to pick a name.

Indigo: I started Bolts and Blasters in May of 2021, though I had Indie for a while before that. Most of her primary details haven't changed, and her story's also been constant, but originally her name was Blue instead of Indigo. I changed it because I wanted her to have a nickname/variation, since she doesn't use a surname. Zero was also a last-minute add - originally she had a raccoon as a pet, but I changed it to be Zero for a bit more Star Wars alien flair

Katherine: Started posting WWFA? in December 2021, and honestly, I struggled for a while with Katherine. I struggled a lot with her name, which is how I eventually landed on naming her after the astronomer Katherine Johnson. Other details, like her being linked to Bastet, her physical appearance, her friendships with Emily and Jace, built up slowly over time. The only thing I started with was her leaving the drawings for Ahk and him getting enamored.

AJ: I started posting Nom De Guerre in May 2021 (no idea why I started so many fics in that particular month), and I honestly can't remember how much has changed about AJ over time. I think she was another rapid development, with fewer changes over time.

Quinn: I mainly mentioned AJ because she led to Quinn. I started Desert Song in October 2022, but I actually created Quinn as a character while finishing Nom De Guerre - as much as I loved Billy and AJ's dynamic, I remember thinking how fun it would be to have someone who was once on his old crew with him (and fell with him in Kyiv), who was eventually who Quinn ended up being. I also wanted to be a bit more daring with her than I'd been with some of my other OCs, which is how the queer and disability elements became so prevalent in her story. It's a lot better this way, though.

Kestrel: I started posting Taking Flight in August of 2023, but Kestrel as a character was developed over about a week in July 2023. I was on a trip for marching band and rereading a few of the Fablehaven books, and all that travel and waiting left me with loads of time to ponder new OCs. I got home, starting writing the fic, and that's where we're at today. In general, I feel like I've gotten a lot faster and more definitive with OC creation over time.

Eris: I've only just started sharing parts of their story, and I don't have a core fic for them yet, but I've had them as a character since The Suicide Squad (2021) came out. Their power set and Amazonian identity hasn't changed, but originally they were a female warrior like Wonder Woman and had a different name (I remember naming her after a lion-themed myth, but I can't seem to find that particular myth now), and they were a lot more altruistic and good-aligned than they are now. I think they're more fun this way, though.

Nikoletta: Similar story to Eris - I've had her since The Suicide Squad (2021) came out, but haven't had a chance to write out her story until now. She's also been through a few changes, though not as many as Eris - namely, her backstory scamming tourists on the streets of New Orleans is new, though her experiences with STAR Labs and the shadows were always part of her story

I have a lot of other OCs that I haven't written out yet, and it's interesting. Some of them are years old, created a while back but without having a chance to write their stories yet, while others are brand new. And like I said, I've gotten a lot faster and more decisive in creating OCs recently. My most recent creations, Easton McKay (a mutant with the ability to make his tattoos/body mods come to life) and Gia Pantazis (a girl who had her life force bound to a patch of clover by HYDRA) , both took shape in a matter of days, and now seem to be well-developed characters.... at least in my head, since I haven't really shared as much of their bios or stories here yet.

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21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

so so so many! I have about four different installments for the kindergarten tactics series that I don't know I'll ever actually get around too that include

Jan Maas being gentle parented into not saying mean things to his friends even if they're objectively true

The Shark Saga™ which is about Jamie and his blahaj

Ted vs getting a bunch of grown men to actually wear sunscreen

the origins of the chill out box

I have two for my please be gentle series that honestly I don't think I will ever finish

A roy kent character study that I have so so many thoughts about but can't seem to assemble into a cohesive narrative

the skeletons fic, because the more I wrote the more I was actively triggering myself so I had to put it down and I just don't think I'm going to go back too it

and also of course a bunch of fics for other fandoms I'd love to write but will probably just never get around too because they are absolute Goliath projects and/or I don't think anyone would be interested in reading them:

the previously mentioned OUAT canon overhaul that I have been daydreaming about writing since I was 12

Ted Lasso Fantasy AU in which the team have knights of the round table vibes. Beards a sorcerer, Rebecca is the queen, Teds a retired adventurer whose travelled a long way to help train the knights of Richmond. There's magic, there's dragons, I will probably never put this idea to paper but it is such a fun one.

teen wolf fix-it fic because I just think i could do it better

the various and extremely abundant amount of DC fics I have planned for my decades ongoing Batman rewrite

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